Poetry
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I Thank Whatever Gods May Be
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.…
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There Is No Magic Any More
There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the…
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Love Is Not All
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men…
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Oh I Am Sick of Brick and Stone
A wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heels, I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels; I hunger for…
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Content to See, Glad to Remember
He hears with gladdened heart the thunder Peal, and loves the falling dew; He knows the earth above and under – Sits and is content…
Nehaveigur 