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Book: Poems from Ripostes

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  • Sing we for love and idleness,
    Naught else is worth the having.
    8 lines
  • No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
    I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
    14 lines
  • See, they return; ah, see the tentative
    Movements, and the slow feet,
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.
    Eastward avoid the hour of its decline,
    15 lines
  • It is, and is not, I am sane enough,
    Since you have come this place has hovered round me,
    9 lines
  • The tree has entered my hands,
    The sap has ascended my arms,
    10 lines, 10 comments
  • When I behold how black, immortal ink
    Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away!
    14 lines
  • Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
    London has swept about you this score years
    30 lines
  • I would bathe myself in strangeness:
    These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!
    20 lines
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