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    Alone - Sara Teasedale

    I am alone, in spite of love,

    In spite of all I take and give-

    In spite of all your tenderness,

    Sometimes I am not glad to live.


    I am alone, as though I stood

    On the highest peak of the tired gray world,

    About me only swirling snow,

    Above me, endless space unfurled;


    With earth hidden and heaven hidden,

    And only my own spirits pride

    To keep me from the peace of those

    Who are not lonely, having died.


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    with earth hidden and heaven hidden,

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    A myth of Devotion - Louise Gluck

    When Hades decided he loved this girl

    he built for her a duplicate of earth,

    everything the same, down to the meadow,

    but with a bed added.


    Everything the same, including sunlight,

    because it would be hard on a young girl

    to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness


    Gradually, he thought, hed introduce the night,

    first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.

    Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.

    Let Persephone get used to it slowly.

    In the end, he thought, shed find it comforting.


    A replica of earth

    except there was love here.

    Doesnt everyone want love?


    He waited many years,

    building a world, watching

    Persephone in the meadow.

    Persephone, a smeller, a taster.

    If you have one appetite, he thought,

    you have them all.


    Doesnt everyone want to feel in the night

    the beloved body, compass, polestar,

    to hear the quiet breathing that says

    I am alive, that means also

    you are alive, because you hear me,

    you are here with me. And when one turns,

    the other turns-


    Thats what he felt, the lord of darkness,

    looking at the world he had

    constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind

    that thered be no more smelling here,

    certainly no more eating.


    Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?

    These things he couldnt imagine;

    no lover ever imagines them.


    He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.

    First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.

    In the end, he decides to name it

    Persephones Girlhood.


    A soft light rising above the level meadow,

    behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.

    He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you


    but he thinks

    this is a lie, so he says in the end

    youre dead, nothing can hurt you

    which seems to him

    a more promising beginning, more true.


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    So quickly from bright light to utter darkness.

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    One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

    The art of losing isnt hard to master;

    so many things seem filled with the intent

    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.


    Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster

    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

    The art of losing isnt hard to master.


    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

    places, and names, and where it was you meant

    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.


    I lost my mothers watch. And look! my last, or

    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

    The art of losing isnt hart to master.


    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

    I miss them, but it wasnt a disaster.


    -Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

    I love) I shant have lied. Its evident

    the art of losings not too hard to master

    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


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    Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

    And Eternity in an hour.

    A Robin Red breast in a Cage

    Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

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    Shudders Hell thr all its regions.

    A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

    Predicts the ruin of the Sate.

    A Horse misusd upon the Road

    Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

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    A fibre from the Brain does tear.


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