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That The Night Come

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SHE lived in storm and strife,Her soul had such desireFor what proud death may bringThat it could not endureThe common good of life,But lived as ’twere a kingThat packed his…

The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water

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I HEARD the old, old men say,“Everything alters,And one by one we drop away.”They had hands like claws, and their kneesWere twisted like the old thorn-treesBy the waters.I heard the…

From The ‘Antigone’

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Overcome — O bitter sweetness,Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl —The rich man and his affairs,The fat flocks and the fields’ fatness,Mariners, rough harvesters;Overcome Gods upon Parnassus; Overcome…

Spilt Milk

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WE that have done and thought,That have thought and done,Must ramble, and thin outLike milk spilt on a stone.

Her Anxiety

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Earth in beauty dressedAwaits returning spring.All true love must die,Alter at the bestInto some lesser thing.Prove that I lie. Such body lovers have,Such exacting breath,That they touch or sigh.Every touch…

Beggar To Beggar Cried

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“TIME to put off the world and go somewhereAnd find my health again in the sea air,’Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,“And make my soul before my pate is bare.-“And…

The Balloon Of The Mind

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HANDS, do what you’re bid:Bring the balloon of the mindThat bellies and drags in the windInto its narrow shed.

A Crazed Girl

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THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, falling She knew not where,Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,Her knee-cap broken,…

A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety

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COME swish around, my pretty punk,And keep me dancing stillThat I may stay a sober manAlthough I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewelThat I do much adore;And therefore keep…

O Do Not Love Too Long

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SWEETHEART, do not love too long:I loved long and long,And grew to be out of fashionLike an old song.All through the years of our youthNeither could have knownTheir own thought…