A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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A workman asked at a village door,
“Have you a bed, a chair,
A fallen…
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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
“Walk circumspectly, and redeem the time
Because the days are evil,” said Saint Paul.
And…
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