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A Grave Song
I’ve a pocketful of emptiness for you, my Dear.
I’ve a heart like a loaf was baked yesteryear,
I’ve a mind like ashes spilt a week ago,
I’ve a hand like a rusty, cracked corkscrew.
Can you flourish on nothing and find it good?
Can you make petrification do for food?
Can you warm yourself at ashes on a stone?
Can you give my hand the cunning which has gone?
If you can, I will go and lay me down
And kiss the edge of your purple gown.
I will rise and walk with the sun on my head.
Will you walk with me, will you follow the dead?
— Amy Lowell
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