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Missing Dates

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Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
It is not the effort nor the failure tires.
The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.

It is not your system or clear sight that mills
Down small to the consequence a life requires;
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.

They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills
Of young dog blood gave but a month's desires.
The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
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Michael Harmon 23 May 2009
http: //www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/202.html
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Laurence Beck 16 April 2009
http: //www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/202.html The final quatrain of this villanelle: It is the poems you have lost, the ills From missing dates, at which the heart expires. Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills. Rage, Rage against the dying on this line!
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Mike Farman 23 August 2007
Fascinated by this villanelle, but unable to penetrate its true meaning (if it has one) Most poems begin from the specific and may progress to a generalisation....this starts out with a generalisation and stays with it, unless I'm missing something. Would be glad to hear somebody tell me that I'm wrong and give their interpretation of this poem.
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