Grown Up
Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
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Ebb
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
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Passer Mortuus Est
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness,—presently Every bed is narrow Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation, And the little petulant hand Is an annotation.…
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First Fig
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
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