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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My God, I’m grieved to say it is not true:
Not true I desire naught…
A workman asked at a village door,
“Have you a bed, a chair,
A fallen…
How strange to see this landscape in the glass,
The surface — twinges frozen to…
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