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What do you do with your children, when you know they're going to die in convulsions....
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She moves within
The rapid dream
That seeks to spill
Her tangled skein,
And touches others
Barely seen
Who shadow-pass
Another’s p..
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When a woman leaves a man with their child, to go off with someone else...
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Is this your home-acre
Dark beauty of mine,
Cold winds and rash words
And long hurts and harsh wine,
Caught fast in disasters
That seldom re..
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What have you left me
Late of Days?
There’s never a smile
For my words of praise,
And not a look
Or a sigh is spent
To point the way
That..
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I thought to write of love;
And did, until the critics tracked me down,
To warn me of the blackout in the town ...
No lights above.
No lights..
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‘I don’t love you anymore!’
Then she turned to face the door,
As the well-spring of emotion burst at last;
For the truth will not..
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'Why do you tear at
My towers and my turrets,
My walls and my pillars
My barrs and my beach;
And mutter like musings
Of untoward poets,
And scat..
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Soft-scattered at
The dark side of the earth,
Before the dawn -
Horizoned at the beam
of feathered sunlight -
Pricked me at the touch;
Th..
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I stand marooned at life’s most distant shore
With all the old eternities behind,
And face the frigid future’s cold attack
With all ..
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