I would admit that poetry is something more than mere communication and that if that 'something more' could be abstracted from the whole, it might wel...
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Their ghosts are gagged, their books are library flotsam,Some of their names - not all - we learnt in schoolBut, life being short, we rarely read thei...
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September has come, it is hersWhose vitality leaps in the autumn,Whose nature prefersTrees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.So I give her th...
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But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden.
