Charity thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A pleasure of certain men.
In the presence of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.
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For every man there exists a bait which he cannot resist swallowing
by E. E. Cummingswoman this
my body
for it has
lain with empty arms
upon the giddy hills
to dream of you,
approve these
firm unsated
eyes
which have beheld
night's speechless carnival
the painting