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Waving Adieu, Adieu, Adieu

That would be waving and that would be crying,

Crying and shouting and meaning farewell,

Farewell in the eyes and farewell at the centre,

Just to stand still without moving a hand.

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In a world without heaven to follow, the stops

Would be endings more poignant than partings, profounder,

And that would be saying farewell, repeating farewell,

Just to be there and just to behold.

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To be one’s singular self, to despise

The being that yielded so little, acquired

So little, too little to care, to turn

To the ever-jubilant weather, to sip

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One’s cup and never to say a word,

Or to sleep or just to lie there still,

Just to be there, just to be beheld,

That would be bidding farewell, be bidding farewell.

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One likes to practice the thing. They practice,

Enough, for heaven. Ever-jubilant,

What is there here but weather, what spirit

have I except it comes from the sun?

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by Wallace Stevens