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from Venus Velvet No. 2 And in a place arrived at on our knees, He tugged my face to his, as… READ MORE
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The Rock I Seventy Years Later It is an illusion that we were ever alive, Lived in the houses of… READ MORE
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Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till… READ MORE
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from Darwin in 1881 Now, done with beetle jaws and beaks of gulls And bivalve hinges, now, utterly done, One… READ MORE
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from The Ruined Cottage [. . .] I looked round And near the door I saw an aged Man,… READ MORE
1337: To Gerald Brenan Christmas Day 1922 [. . .] I have been thinking a great deal about what you… READ MORE
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Man Carrying Thing The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully. Illustration: A brune figure in winter evening resists Identity.… READ MORE
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A Silence past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond… READ MORE
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What Are Years What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is… READ MORE
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A Cold Spring — for Jane Dewey, Maryland Nothing is so beautiful as spring. — Hopkins A cold spring: the violet… READ MORE
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