Archibald MacLeish
Glencoe, Illinois
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Hypocrite Auteur

Rating: 3.1
mon semblable, mon frère
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Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfaction
In that perspective of the action
Which pictures us inhabiting the end
Of everything with death for only friend.


Not that we love death,
Not truly, not the fluttering breath,
The obscene shudder of the finished act—
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Dutendra Chamling 01 November 2015
...this is the destiny we say we own... wonderful poem.
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Ramesh T A 11 August 2015
As a friend death only seems to pursue one and stays permanently with one! But the feeling and meaning of new dimensions only a poet can create in poems for mankind to read and muse over ever, it seems!
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* Sunprincess * 11 August 2015
............very nice...an excellent composition! ?
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