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- Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—10 lines, 2 comments - Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about mi11 lines, 1 comment - On the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams.
It is a thin spiral of blue smoke,6 lines, 1 comment - Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw.
They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere.11 lines, 1 comment - I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.6 lines, 3 comments
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