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autumn poem

what spiteful chance steals unawares
why so sad my lovely one?
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i love my life, but not too well
i have had one fear in my life
she knows a cheap release
the poets tell
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
splendid and terrible your love

 



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