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POETRY, music, I have loved, and yet
Because of those new dead That come into my soul and escape Confusion of the bed, Or those begotten or unbegotten Perning in a band, <1I bend my body to the spade Or grope with a dirty hand.>1 Or those begotten or unbegotten, For I would not recall Some that being unbegotten Are not individual, But copy some one action, Moulding it of dust or sand, <1I bend my body to the spade Or grope with a dirty hand.>1 An old ghost's thoughts are lightning, To follow is to die; Poetry and music I have banished, But the stupidity Of root, shoot, blossom or clay Makes no demand. <1I bend my body to the spade Or grope with a dirty hand.>1 Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |