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...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors


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29.3.02

Poetry Daily: Poetry Archive
A taste for salt I can't outgrow. I wish
I could see snow on Mother's hair; she grieves
That I can't bear a child. At equinox
Our fate embraces us; I ate his seed;
She starved the world; a crown exacts its cost.

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