When I’m killed, don’t think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
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Father is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say you’re going to write great music—
I chose that first: it’s unfair.
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Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.
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Allie, call the birds in,
The birds from the sky.
Allie calls, Allie sings,
Down they all fly.
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This valley wood is pledged
To the set shape of things,
And reasonably hedged:
Here are no harpies fledged,
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Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
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When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
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He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
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You, love, and I,
(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and I
What care you or I ?
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For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
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