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Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. "Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands"; (slowly twisting the lilac stalks) "You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see." I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea."
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youth
remorse
tea
nostalgia
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c4d757c
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Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus. His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake, And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake. Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats -- But no longer a terror to mice or to rats. For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime; Though his name was quite famo..
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theatre
has-beens
cats
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78ae7f6
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And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and re..
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T.S. Eliot |
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1c704d7
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The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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T.S. Eliot |
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0991719
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The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep
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T.S. Eliot |
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f58245f
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Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky
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T.S. Eliot |
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eeb9bce
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The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think
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jesus
spirituality
good-friday
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T.S. Eliot |
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532d6f6
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The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract. by this, and only this, we have existed.
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T.S. Eliot |
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4c6029d
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Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will
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poetry
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T.S. Eliot |
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6f0e599
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You say I am repeating Something I have said before. I shall say it again. Shall I say it agian? In order to arrive there, To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are..
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T.S. Eliot |
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0127d91
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In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.
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T.S. Eliot |
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60a902f
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There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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time
murder
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T.S. Eliot |
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3b9b9af
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I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
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T.S. Eliot |
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8807e65
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I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
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preludes
t-s-eliot
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T.S. Eliot |
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7fb130c
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You will have to live with those memories and make them into something new. Only by acceptance of the past will you alter its meaning.
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T.S. Eliot |
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9380d04
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All time is unreedemable.
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T.S. Eliot |
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90c3f95
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For I have known them all already, known them all - Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all - The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, T..
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T.S. Eliot |
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6e54ca2
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A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)
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simplicity
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T.S. Eliot |
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d3d3be8
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But the Church cannot be, in any political sense, either conservative or liberal, or revolutionary. Conservatism is too often conservation of the wrong things: liberalism a relaxation of discipline; revolution a denial of the permanent things.
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politics
culture
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T.S. Eliot |
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ae475d6
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For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it! -
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willfullness
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T.S. Eliot |
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bdae96f
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Yet when we came back, from the hyacinth garden, Yours arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing. Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Oed und leer das Meer ('waste and empty in the sea')" "I remember Those are pearls that were his eyes." "Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead, u..
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a72ffe1
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This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
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mortality
poetry
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T.S. Eliot |
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3bd861f
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Our emotions
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T.S. Eliot |
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39588e8
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Fading, fading: strength beyond hope and despair climbing the third stair. Lord, I am not worthy Lord, I am not worthy but speak the word only.
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T.S. Eliot |
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820c5f2
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Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
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T.S. Eliot |
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a438901
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He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.) And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's. And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled, Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled, Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair - Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there! And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray, Or the Admiralty lo..
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dr-moriarty
mac-the-knife
macavity
master-criminals
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T.S. Eliot |
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7a2df66
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Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.
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T.S. Eliot |
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24a9ed0
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Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?
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T.S. Eliot |
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ca8cc1e
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James's critical genius comes out most tellingly in his mastery over, his baffling escape from, Ideas; a mastery and an escape which are perhaps the last test of a superior intelligence. [...] In England, ideas run wild and pasture on the emotions; instead of thinking with our feelings (a very different thing) we corrupt our feelings with ideas; we produce the public, the political, the emotional idea, evading sensation and thought. [...]..
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writing
literary
ideas
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5e4ecc6
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Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where St Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stock of nine. There I saw one I knew, and stopped him crying: 'Stetson! You, who were with me..
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war
humanity
fear
the-wasteland
london
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T.S. Eliot |
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46fe9b8
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The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.
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T.S. Eliot |
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597d385
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And the end of all our exploring
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T.S. Eliot |
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2ddbc3a
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There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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fear
dust
waste-land
shadows
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016ccd5
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O perpetual revolution of configured stars, o perpetual recurrence of determined seasons, o world of spring and autumn, birth and dying! The endless cycle of idea and action, endless invention, endless experiment, brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; knowledge of speech, but not of silence; knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, all our ignorance brings us nearer to d..
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T.S. Eliot |
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b63d8c9
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He is quiet and small, he is black From his ears to the tip of his tail; He can creep through the tiniest crack He can walk on the narrowest rail. He can pick any card from a pack, He is equally cunning with dice; He is always deceiving you into believing That he's only hunting for mice. He can play any trick with a cork Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste; If you look for a knife or a fork And you think it is merely misplaced - You have see..
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conjurer
mephisto
mr-mistoffelees
magician
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T.S. Eliot |
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7e9f2a1
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The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park.
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poetry
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T.S. Eliot |
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bd4b67c
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I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the w..
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T.S. Eliot |
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c752a8b
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I do not know much about gods;but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable . . .
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T.S. Eliot |
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9ee0ac1
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I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.
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T.S. Eliot |
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1923dd1
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Why should men love the Church? Why should they love her laws? She tells them of Life and Death, and of all that they would forget. She is tender where they would be hard, and hard where they like to be soft. She tells them of Evil and Sin, and other unpleasant facts. They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is will shadow The man ..
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T.S. Eliot |
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a8d59d2
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I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.
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T.S. Eliot |
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8761756
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The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat, If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house. If you set him on a mouse then he only wants a rat, If you set him on a rat then he'd rather chase a mouse. Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat - And there isn't any call for me to shout it: For he will do As he do do And there's no doin..
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contrarian
rum-tum-tugger
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T.S. Eliot |
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372d9a5
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Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme A long while before Queen Victoria's accession. Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives And more - I am tempted to say, ninety-nine; And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives And the village is proud of him in his decline. At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy, When he sits in the sun on the vicara..
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old-deuteronomy
village-life
cats
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T.S. Eliot |
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5a71321
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Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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