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I used to think The mind essential in the body, even As stood the body essential in the mind: Two inseparable things, by nature equal And similar, and in creation's song Halving the total scale: it is not so. Unlike and cross like driftwood sticks they come Churned in the giddy trough: a chunk of pine, A slab of rosewood: mangled each on each With knocks and friction, or in deadly pain Sheathing each other's splinters: till at last Without all stuff or shape they 're jetted up Where in the bluish moisture rot whate'er Was vomited in horror from the sea.
Trumbull Stickney
Read poems about / on: nature, song, pain, sea
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