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Poems of Richard Aldington
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Goodbye!
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Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth, Which laughs away imagined pains; Touch her life's womb, yet know This substance makes your grave also.
Shrink not; your flesh is no more sweet Than flowers which daily blow and die;
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