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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How strange to see this landscape in the glass,
The surface — twinges frozen to…
I spent the night — I could not get to sleep —
In counting out…
(Militia est vita hominis super terram. — Job)
Why in me, Sir, do you…
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