20th Century American Poetry
they tike my life and crush it, so I live without a future, .... they'll let the sun burn them happy all morning—a little hope, a little whimsy ... I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, ... Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike ...
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