June 2011
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Grissom's Song - AE Michels
(If I may be forgiven the sentiment…)
Lay me to sleep
In the sweet summer grass
This my worn kingdom
Of flesh and bone;
Cry me no tears—
All things will pass;
The doorway is narrow,
We all go alone.
Virtues and vanities
All set aside
Well or ill-spent,
My doing now...
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Assault - Edna St. Vincent Millay
I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not so have ventured forth alone At dusk upon this unfrequented road. II I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk Between me and the crying of the frogs? Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass, That am a timid woman, on her way From one house to another!
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