Oak oak! like like
it then
cold some wild paddle
so sky then;
flea you say
“geese geese” the boy
June of winter
of again
Oak sky
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A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him. To remain a poet after forty requires an awareness of your darkest Africa, that part of yourself that will never be tamed.
by Emily Dickinson
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He fought like those Who've nought to lose-
Bestowed Himself to Balls
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use-
Invited Death-with bold attempt-
But Death was Coy of Him