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“As far as the eye can see, there's water and hazy horizon. Into the ark, plans for the distant future, joy in the difference, admiration for the better man, choice not narrowed down to one of two, outworn scruples, time to think it over, and the belief that all this will still come in handy someday.”

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Book:View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems
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View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems

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Book:What Is the Grass: Walt Whitman in My Life
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