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Song

Somewhere beyond my window sill
a woman sings out
belled high notes.

They’re rounded
full
and burnished bright.

And I, brought up against myself
within a mastery,    
a glamouring of song,
am now unwilled to speak or move.

I am bewitched by music’s  light.
Baldwin
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