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Because I could not stop for Death

atticus
March 30, 2007
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed&h...
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sisters

atticus
March 29, 2007
Sisters are a tremendous secret, loving now, darkest soon -- never always awful. My help comforts her, my bitter sound bites her tounge. I say, sweet are you, I love you Sarah. Spelling errors kept intact -- Happy Birthday, Squirt
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(magnetic poetry)

atticus
March 28, 2007
purple goddess blossoming in the summers day of mourning, like a delicate song petal H.H. and J.L.L.
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The Death of the Hired Man

atticus
March 27, 2007
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his guard. 'Silas is back.' She pushed him outward with her through the door And shut it…
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If God Will Send His Angels

atticus
March 26, 2007
Nobody else here baby. No one here to blame. No one to point the finger It's just you and me and the rain. It's the blind leading the blind. It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs. If god will send his angels. And if god will send a sign. And if god will…
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Leda and the Sea

atticus
March 25, 2007
Did she know at the start what she would lose at the end; that as the cool blue tide rushed out, it would take with it every grain of innocence? Did she know beauty and intelligence were no match for sheer brutality; that as the sea pinned her helpless, it would swallow her screams? Did…
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Leda and The Swan

atticus
March 24, 2007
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By his dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? How can anybody, laid ...
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the passivity of agressiveness

atticus
March 23, 2007
It is cold dark and grey. Someone is playing drum music. The windows are closed, and the rope lights are on. "You never answered a question I didn't ask." I just crawled into the depths of myself and Hid From everyone who might have.
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High Flight

atticus
March 22, 2007
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've ...
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Without Benefit of Declaration

atticus
March 21, 2007
Listen here, Joe Don't you know That tomorrow You got to go Out yonder where The steel winds blow? Listen here, kid, It's been said Tomorrow you'll be dead Out there where The snow is lead. Don't ask me why. Just go ahead and die. Hidden from the sky Out yonder you'll lie: A medal…
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