Page 27

By Jack Joseph Smith

For we are the last of loss The close up, we wore the clothes who waited, waiting at the top of the hill, right where years go to tumbling set in our seconds & sorrow, And thinking again we went and swore Sink into a myth, even more than lovers we found the working for divinity, together being the cross at intersect, our lives fighting to find favor, bequesting by stars and books, and all good things, never permitting the world to End, for we and those as of us carry love and sight in the mouth of wildness, while we defend our own.

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The page is elegiac and communal, framing love, loss, years tumbling into sorrow, lovers finding the working for divinity, and wildness as shared labor at a crossing point.

This is one of the collection's most sustained handwritten lyrics. The scan-backed corrections make the page more collective and active: the speakers go, swear, find work, seek favor, and carry love and sight while defending their own.

Claude

One long unbroken stanza about waiting at the top of the hill for six years, lovers joined to 'the working / for divinity,' refusing to permit the world to end while defending 'our dew' — one of the collection's softest pages.