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“Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota” BY JAMES WRIGHT  Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,   Asleep on the black trunk, Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.   Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another   Into the distances of the afternoon.   To my right, In a field of sunlight between two pines, The droppings of last year’s horses  Blaze up into golden stones. I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.   A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. I have wasted my life.