Willard Huntington Wright Poems

I went to the place where my youth took birth
In the slow, round kiss of an amorous girl,
When sonnets and lace were the measure of earth,
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Why should I sing of women
And the softness of the night,
When the dawn is loud with battle
And the day's teeth bite,
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What of the night
And the eventual silences?
Art thou not cold with the knowledge of decay
And the uncompromising reaches of the earth?
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