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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O Lord, what notion of hyperbole.
What willed and wild imagining was born
When Adam,…
Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
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