A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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I spent the night — I could not get to sleep —
In counting out…
O Lord, what notion of hyperbole.
What willed and wild imagining was born
When Adam,…
The chain that’s fixed to the throne of Jove,
One link dissolved, the whole creation…
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