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And from above
One curse be hurled
With scorn, with love
Affront the world…
And from above
One curse be hurled
With scorn, with love
Affront the world…
How late the daylight edges
/ toward the northern night
/ as though journeying
/ in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
/
/ with, slung from its…
‘my eyes have seen what my hand did’
/ — Robert Lowell
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/ No matter what we say, we still believe
/ the soul is here,…
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