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Milady Gay, whose Breath is like a sin, A sin, to sit upon The light within, Within; The light that fractures Forces, foreswears The race we ..

The worlds I sought and thought to win Have slipped so far, my daughters dear; I loved and lost them, every one, They turned away and left me her..

I’ve seen it in The shadow form That hides behind The darkened screen, That such of love They saw you through Brought only scattered Seed..

This world unravels, bit by bit Each thread that binds Is torn in rage, And desolation stalks where wit And beauty walked On some lost page. F..

What Brings this or that to here, To loss, or spare At these, my racked foundations? Each tumbled brick, spilt From toppled spires, Where tire..

The sand remains, but nought, my love, of you; Our dancing shadows tilted at despair, For everything my love required of you Convinced me that I&rs..

At Granite Island’s seaward side We sat, and watched the surging tide, The rapid rip, the capping crest, The stinging spray, the ragged nest;..

With all the art of patient mending First this thread, and then that binding, Now this stitch that, so demanding, Spilt the verse I caught your min..

This broken year Waits tinselled, brinked At held breath In hard times, To drain some favoured Harlot’s drink And stay death With ..

A few short lines informed us you were dead, That at the last you’d spent your destiny The battle, so one-sided at your bed With no relief fo..