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We are blest by everything
What's the good of an escape
The finished man among his enemy
That is to say ascends to Heave
Why should imagination
of man
Long past his prime
Only the dead can be forgiven
Remember things that are
Emblematica
l of love and war
How in name of Heaven he escape
when I think of that
Think of Ancestral
Night that can
If but imagination
scorn earth
My tongue's a stone
And intellect its wandering
To this n that and t'other thing
If honor find him in wintry
Blast
Defiling and disfigured shape
A man is blind and drinks drop
Deliver from the crime
Of death and birth
What if the ditches are impure
Montashigi'
third of his family
fashioned 500 yrs ago bout lie
The mirror of malicious eyes
What matter if I live once more
Flower from I know no embroidery
Heart's purple and all I set
Endure that toil of growing up
For emblems of day against tower
Emblematica
l of the night
