Where The Buffalo Roam

where the buffalo roam

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we used to be young and travel way back when machine roads of america I must be road trippin’ landscape

This one goes out to carmenalt and streetberlin. Thank you for requesting something I did not believe I would be posting. For you and everyone else who might enjoy this, this is:

Dead trees of America I

incidents surrounding a joyous celebration XXIV

The heart does not accord with its bounds, nor the poem with reality, nor reality with God’s dream. What sort of a dialogue is it that transforms you without you yourself being transformed? Do not seek in the mute grass, seek the mute grass. Bo Carpelan - The mute grass - translation © 2011 David McDuff found on: http://nordicvoicesinprint.wordpress.com/

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we used to be young and travel way back when machine

part of

we used to be young and travel way back when machine roads of america I must be road trippin’ landscape