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 December At Yase by Gary Snyder 
						You said, that October,In the tall dry grass by the orchard
 When you chose to be free,
 "Again someday, maybe ten years."
 
 After college I saw you
 One time.  You were strange,
 And I was obsessed with a plan.
 
 Now ten years and more have
 Gone by: I've always known
 where you were—
 I might have gone to you
 Hoping to win your love back.
 You still are single.
 
 I didn't.
 I thought I must make it alone.  I
 Have done that.
 
 Only in dream, like this dawn,
 Does the grave, awed intensity
 Of our young love
 Return to my mind, to my flesh.
 
 We had what the others
 All crave and seek for;
 We left it behind at nineteen.
 
 I feel ancient, as though I had
 Lived many lives.
 
 And may never now know
 If I am a fool
 Or have done what my
 karma demands.
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