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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(Militia est vita hominis super terram. — Job)
Why in me, Sir, do you…
How strange to see this landscape in the glass,
The surface — twinges frozen to…
“Walk circumspectly, and redeem the time
Because the days are evil,” said Saint Paul.
And…
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