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Circles Of Doors

I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips
And she formed his name on her tongue and sang
And she sent him word she loved him so much,
So much, and death was nothing; work, art, home,
All was nothing if her love for him was not first
Of all; the patter of her lips ran, I love him,
I love him; and he knew the doors that opened
Into doors and more doors, no end of doors,
And full length mirrors doubling and tripling
The apparitions of doors: circling corridors of

Looking glasses and doors, some with knobs, some
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Robert Hellenga 04 April 2019

I'd like to quote five lies of this poem in a novel. Can you tell ke who holds the copyright? Thanks for your trouble.

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Harleen Quinzel 28 February 2019

''All was nothing if her love for him was not first, '' How beautiful is that? It is so well-written.

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