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Entry for September 15, 2006
A face devoid of love or grace
I had a guinea golden
From all the jails the boys and girls
Few get enough,—enough is one
Upon the gallows hung a wretch
I felt a cleavage in my mind
The reticent volcano keeps
If recollecting were forgetting
The farthest thunder that I heard
On the bleakness of my lot
A door just opened on a street
Are friends delight or pain
?
Ashes denote that fire was
Fate slew him, but he did not drop
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture
I measure every grief I meet
I have a king who does not speak
It dropped so low in my regard
To lose one’s faith surpasses
I had a daily bliss
I worked for chaff, and earning wheat
Life, and Death, and Giants
Our lives are Swiss
Remembrance has a rear and front
To hang our head ostensibly
The brain is wider than the sky
The bone that has no marrow
The past is such a curious creature
To help our bleaker parts
What soft, cherubic creatures
Who never wanted,—maddest joy
It might be easier
You cannot put a fire out
A modest lot, a fame ‘petite
’
Is bliss, then, such abyss
I stepped from plank to plank
One day is there of the series
Softened by Time’s consummate plush
2006-09-15 15:11:45 GMT
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