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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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
(Militia est vita hominis super terram. — Job)
Why in me, Sir, do you…
I spent the night — I could not get to sleep —
In counting out…
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