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    Morning: such long shadows\\
    like low-bellied cats\\
    creep under parked cars,\\
    and out again, stealthily\\
    flattening the grasses.\\

    At the bus-stop\\
    a flock of starlings\\
    school-children, chatterers\\
    swinging haversacks\\
    pulling ribbons\\

    The driver's got a book by\\
    Sartre in his pocket.\\
    He wears dark glasses,\\
    listens moodily\\
    to the Top Forty.\\

    Life gets better\\
    as I grow older\\
    not giving a damn\\
    and looking slantwise\\
    at everyone's morning.\\

    \flushright{\textit{- Rosemary Dobson}}

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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.\\
    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 visions and revisions,\\
    Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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        \emph{S'io credessi che mai risposta fosse\\
        a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,\\
        questa fiamma staria senza pi\=u scosse.\\ % there should be a bar over u in piu
        Ma per ci\`o che giammai di questo fondo\\
        non-torn\'o vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero\\
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    Let us go then, you and I,\\
    When the evening is spread out against the sky\\
    Like a patient etherised upon a table;\\
    Let us go through certain half-deserted streets\\
    The muttering retreats\\
    Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels\\
    And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:\\
    Streets that follow like a tedious argument\\
    Of insidious intent\\
    To lead you to an overwhelming question...\\
    Oh, do not ask, ``What is it?''\\
    Let us go and make our visit.\\
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    In the room the women come and go\\
    Talking of Michelangelo.
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    And indeed there will be time\\
    To wonder, `Do I dare?' and, `Do I dare?'\\
    Time to turn back and descend the stair,\\
    With a bald spot in the middle of my hair\\
    (They will say: `How his hair is growing thin!')\\
    My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,\\
    My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin---\\
    (They will say: `But how his arms and legs are thin!')\\
    Do I dare\\
    Disturb the universe?\\
    In a minute there is time\\
    For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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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?\tab{}
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    And I have known the eyes already, known them all---\\
    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,\\
    Then how should I begin\\
    To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?\\
    \tab{}And how should I presume?
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    And I have known the arms already, known them all---\\
    Arms that are braceleted and white and bare\\
    (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)\\
    Is it perfume from a dress\\
    That makes me so digress\\
    Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.\\
    \tab{}And should I then presume?\\
    \tab{}And how should I begin?
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Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets\\
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes\\
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws\\
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.\\
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    And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!\\
    Smoothed by long fingers,\\
    Asleep...tired... or it malingers,\\
    Stretched out on the floor, here beside you and me.\\
    Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,\\
    Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?\\
    But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,\\
    Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in\\
    \quad{}upon a platter,\\
    I am no prophet - and here's no great matter;\\
    I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,\\
    And I seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,\\
    And in short, I was afraid.
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    And would it have been worth it, after all,\\
    Would it have been worth while,\\
    After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,\\
    After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail\\
    \quad{}along the floor ---\\
    And this, and so much more?---\\
    But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:\\
    Would it have been worth while\\
    If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,\\
    And turning toward the window, should say:\\
    \quad{}`That is not it at all,\\
    \quad{}That is not what I meant at all.'
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        And would it have been worth it, after all,\\
        After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,\\
        Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,\\
        Would it have been worth while,\\
        To have bitten of the matter with a smile,\\
        To have squeezed the universe into a ball\\
        To roll it toward some overwhelming question,\\
        To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead, \\
        Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all' ---\\
        If one, settling a pillow by her head,\\
        \quad{} Should say: `That is not what I meant at all.\\
        \quad{} That is not it, at all'
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    No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;\\
    Am an attendand lord, one that will do\\
    To swell a progress, start a scene or two,\\
    Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,\\
    Deferential, glad to be of use,\\
    Politic, cautious and meticulous;\\
    Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;\\
    At times, indeed, almost ridiculous ---\\
    Almost, at times, the Fool.\\
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        \reflectbox{I have seen them riding seaward on the waves}\\
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        \reflectbox{We have lingered in the chambers of the sea}\\
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        I grow old... \reflectbox{I grow old...}\\
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        \reflectbox{Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?}\\
        \reflectbox{I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.}\\
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        \reflectbox{I do not think that they will sing to me. \centering{}[17]}
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\poemtitle{A Birthday Present}
\sequencetitle{Ariel}
\begin{poem}
  \begin{stanza}
    What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?\verseline
    It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.\verseline
    When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    'Is this the one I am to appear for,\verseline
    Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar?
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus,\verseline
    Adhering to rules, to rules, to rules.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Is this the one for the annunciation?\verseline
    My god, what a laugh!'
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    But it shimmers, it does not stop, and I think it wants me.\verseline
    I would not mind if it was bones, or a pearl button.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year.\verseline
    After all, I am alive only by accident.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    I would have killed myself gladly that time any possible way.\verseline
    Now there are these veils, shimmering like curtains,
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    The diaphanous satins of a January window\verseline
    White as babies' bedding and glittering with dead breath. O ivory!
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    It must be a tusk there, a ghost-column.\verseline
    Can you not see I do not mind what it is.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Can you not give it to me?\verseline
    Do not be ashamed --- I do not mind if it is small.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Do not be mean, I am ready for enormity.\verseline
    Let us sit down to it, one on either side, admiring the gleam,
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    The glaze, the mirrory variety of it.\verseline
    Let us eat our last supper at it, like a hospital plate.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    I know why you will not give it to me,\verseline
    You are terrified
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    The world will go up in a shriek, and your head with it,\verseline
    Bossed, brazen, an antique shield,
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    A marvel to your great-grandchildren.\verseline
    Do not be afraid, it is not so.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    I will only take it and go aside quietly.\verseline
    You will not even hear me opening it, no paper crackle,
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    No falling ribbons, no scream at the end.\verseline
    I do not think you credit me with this discretion.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    If you only knew how the veils were killing my days.\verseline
    To you they are only transparencies, clear air.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    But my god, the clouds are like cotton ---\verseline
    Armies of them. They are carbon monoxide.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Sweetly, sweetly I breathe in,\verseline
    Filling my veins with invisibles, with the million
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Probable motes that tick the years off my life.\verseline
    You are silver-suited for the occasion. O adding machine--
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?\verseline
    Must you stamp each piece in purple,
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Must you kill what you can?\verseline
    There is this one thing I want today, and only you can give it to me.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    It stands at my window, big as the sky.\verseline
    It breathes from my sheets, the cold, dead center
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Where spilt lives congeal and stiffen to history.\verseline
    Let it not come by the mail, finger by finger.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Let it not come by word of mouth, I should be sixty\verseline
    By the time the whole of it was delivered, and too numb to use it.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Only let down the veil, the veil, the veil.\verseline
    If it were death
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    I would admire the deep gravity of it, its timeless eyes.\verseline
    I would know you were serious.
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    There would be a nobility then, there would be a birthday.\verseline
    And the knife not carve, but enter
  \end{stanza}
  \begin{stanza}
    Pure and clean as the cry of a baby\verseline
    And the universe slide from my side.
  \end{stanza}
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\title{Anthem For Doomed Youth}
\author{Wilfred Owen}
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            \item[8.]
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            What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?\\
                --- Only the monstrous anger of the guns.\\
            Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle\\
            Can patter out their hasty orisons.\\
            No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;\\
            Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, --- \\
            The shrill demented choirs of wailing shells;\\
            And bugles calling for them from sad shires.\\

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                What candles may be held to speed them all?\\
                Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes\\
                Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.\\
                The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;\\
                Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,\\
                And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.\\

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            \item[] We are the hollow men
            \item[] We are the stuffed men
            \item[] Leaning together
            \item[] Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
            \item[5.] Our dried voices, when
            \item[] We whisper together
            \item[] Are quiet and meaningless
            \item[] As wind in dry grass
            \item[] Or rats' feet over broken glass
            \item[10.] In our dry cellar
            \item[]
            \item[] Shape without form, shade without colour,
            \item[] Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
            \item[]
            \item[] Those who have crossed
            \item[] With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
            \item[15.] Remember us --- if at all --- not as lost
            \item[] Violent souls, but only
            \item[] As the hollow men
            \item[] The stuffed men.
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            \item[] Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
            \item[20.] In death's dream kingdom
            \item[] These do not appear:
            \item[] There, the eyes are
            \item[] Sunlight on a broken column
            \item[] There, is a tree swinging
            \item[25.] And voices are
            \item[] In the wind's singing
            \item[] More distant and more solemn
            \item[] Than a fading star.
            \item[] Let me be no nearer\smallskip
            \item[30.] In death's dream kingdom
            \item[] Let me also wear
            \item[] Such deliberate disguises
            \item[] Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
            \item[] In a field
            \item[35.] Behaving as the wind behaves
            \item[] No nearer ---
            \item[] Not that final meeting
            \item[] In the twilight kingdom
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            \item[] This is the dead land
            \item[40.] This is cactus land
            \item[] Here the stone images
            \item[] Are raised, here they receive
            \item[] The supplication of a dead man's hand
            \item[] Under the twinkle of a fading star.
            \item[]
            \item[45.] Is it like this 
            \item[] In death's other kingdom
            \item[] Waking alone
            \item[] At the hour when we are
            \item[] Trembling with tenderness
            \item[50.] Lips that would kiss
            \item[] Form prayers to broken stone.
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            \item[] The eyes are not here
            \item[] There are no eyes here
            \item[] In this valley of dying stars
            \item[55.] In this hollow valley
            \item[] This broken jaw of our last kingdoms
            \item[]
            \item[] In this last of meeting places
            \item[] We grope together
            \item[] And avoid speech
            \item[60.] Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
            \item[]
            \item[] Sightless, unless
            \item[] The eyes reappear
            \item[] As the perpetual star
            \item[] Multifoliate rose
            \item[65.] Of death's twilight kingdom
            \item[] The hope only
            \item[] Of empty men.
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            \item[] \textit{Here we go round the prickly pear
            \item[] Prickly pear prickly pear
            \item[70.] Here we go round the prickly pear
            \item[] At five o' clock in the morning.}
            \item[]
            \item[] Between the idea
            \item[] And the reality
            \item[] Between the motion
            \item[75.] And the act
            \item[] Falls the shadow
            \item[] \begin{flushright}\textit{For thine is the kingdom}\end{flushright}
            \item[] Between the conception
            \item[] And the creation
            \item[80.] Between the emotion
            \item[] And the response
            \item[] Falls the Shadow
            \item[] \begin{flushright}\textit{Life is very long}\end{flushright}
            \item[] Between the desire
            \item[85.] And the spasm
            \item[] Between the potency
            \item[] And the existence
            \item[] Between the essence
            \item[] And the descent
            \item[90.] Falls the Shadow
            \item[] \begin{flushright}\textit{For Thine is the Kingdom}\end{flushright}
            \item[] For Thine is
            \item[] Life is
            \item[] For Thine is the
            \item[]
            \item[95.] \textit{This is the way the world ends
            \item[] This is the way the world ends
            \item[] This is the way the world ends
            \item[] Not with a bang but a whimper}
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\begin{flushright}\emph{--- T.S. Eliot}\end{flushright}
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