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Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess The malice of thy tenderness

They amputated Your thighs from my waist
For me they are always Surgeons
All of them
They dismantled us One from another

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You were my death:you I could holdwhen all fell away from me

Friends, my heart is half
Of its happiness to-night:
Though your songs are gay and cheery,
And your spirits feather-light,

Did the people of Viet Namuse lanterns of stone
Did they hold ceremoniesto reverence the opening of buds
Were they inclined to quiet laughter
Did they use bone and ivory,jade and silver, for ornament

Inspired by the letters of Ethel and Julius
Wishing for the roses of your lipswe offered ourselves to a gallows'
Longing for the radiance of your glowing handswe let ourselves be slain in unlit
On the gallows away from our facedarte...

IF life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme, —A barren, barren world were

Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom

If I were in charge of the worldI'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg
If I were in charge of the

O, were my love yon lilac fair Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing
How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild and Winter rude
But I wad sing on wanton wing When youth...

—for perfidious protectorsI was playing in the street no one paid attention to me as I made forms out of sand mumbling Rimbaud under my breath once an elderly gentleman overheard it —little boy you are a poet just now we are organizing a grass-roo...