A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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Around our March balcony tonight Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
My God, I’m grieved to say it is not true:
Not true I desire naught…
Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
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