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I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. (Sonnet XLIII, Edna St. Vincent Millay) ��

(The Age of Anxiety, W. H. Auden) ��

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Rose-cheeked Laura, come, Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty’s Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing. (Rose-cheeked Laura, Thomas Campion)

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high sounding interpretation can be put upon them [19 syl.] but because they are useful; when they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the [22 syl.] same thing may be said for all of us—that we [11 syl.] [5 syl.] do not admire what we cannot understand. The bat, [8 syl.] holding on upside down or in quest of something to... [13 syl.] (Poetry, Marianne Moore)

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I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this ﬁddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that there is in it after all, a place for the genuine. Hands that can grap, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise if it must, these things are important not because a

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ISBN 1-58663-915-3

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Poetry

Published on Sep 25, 2011

william maxey

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