Olin Yeats Poems

Hate by my side,
Wagging his tail
And wanting to be worshiped.
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Amidst the two crowds of gay and not-gay come screams and cries
Like poisoned arrows aimed to kill,
Or like a savage dance bringing down the skies.
Yet, who thinks to ask His will.
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My lady has a wrinkle smile,
When she spots me I cannot see
So I stand there blinded for a while.
As I stand there like a post, she will come up to me.
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I press my fingers against
The rain-stained glass.
My breath leaves
A wet white fog.
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Oh there the flowery maiden tread,
By day and not by night.
On that grassy green,
protecting me from light.
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Bang, bang,
Look at them run
All look like chickens with no heads.
Ha, I can make them run;
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Shh don't say another word,
I do not trust you,
Yet.......
As I look at those eyes
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