It's never wise to forget that we're at war.
Was it to peace the raven cried, "Nevermore!"?
Every wrong calls for reconciliation,
or Time erase us as it erases them.The way I know already is to fade out,
experience unpicked - fish-flesh on a shore;
foam-flecks speckle pebbles of a grey redoubt;
meaning lost then never has a bearing more.Of the two hard paths I'm halfway down the last;
and since, Sweet , there is no word from you, the sign
must be another nod of silence. That's fine.These things I review within only one head
are hardly quorate and tangled in strange past.
Better to pretend each other with the dead...................
Written in hendecasyllables - 11 syllables a line.
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Bare Shouldered
Поэзия"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...