When I have drunk the English language dry,
Gaelic, Greek, and what beside,
and all is sand, save Finnegan:
Then, I may be worthy of it.
Till then, I have no time for it.
Emily's Way
Is Broad best—for Narrow—
street, needle, view?
Under heart-attack
how draw breath
to sing the bloody logging chains
endlessly dragging?
Bleeding throat
wants a brief line.
street, needle, view?
Under heart-attack
how draw breath
to sing the bloody logging chains
endlessly dragging?
Bleeding throat
wants a brief line.
Proprieties
Arms are graces to the Fury;
the spinning kick, Terpsichore.
The smile more gleams
that bares more teeth—
'Tis daintiness to use the knifethat bares more teeth—
without the peas.
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