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The fist
The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the ain of love? But this has moved
past love to mania. This has the strong clench of the madman, this is gripping the ledge of unreason, before plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
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She Walks in Beauty
I.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven tu gaudy day denies.
>II.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwellingplace.
III.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
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Minerva Jones
I am Minerva, the village poetess, Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk, And all the more when “Butch” Weldy Captured me after a brutal hunt. He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers; And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up, Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice Will some one go to the village newspaper, And gather into a book the verses I wrote? — I thirsted so for love! I hungered so for life!
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Forecast
Patience, little Heart! One day a heavy-breasted, June-hot woman Will enter and shut the door, to stay.
And when your stifling soul would summon Cool, lonely night, her breasts will keep the night at bay, Leaning in your room like two tiger-lilies, curving Their pale-gold petals back with steady will, Killink the blue dusk with harsh scent, unnerving Your body with their nipple-thrust, until You thirst for coolness with a husky thirst.
And then you will remember, for the first Time with true longing, what I was to you. Like a wild daffodill down-dreaming, And waiting through the blue Chill dusk for you, and gladly gleaming Like a little light at your feet.
Patience, little Heart! I shall be sweet In after days, in memory, to you.
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