---'When you are corn and roses and at rest,
---I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost.'
---------------------------Edna St. Vincent Millay
Shall I occupy this verdure,
shall I be then furrowed and gathered
thus, that thus I may cunningly
become at once embodied and diffuse,
emblem and albatross, that thus you may
continue your baleful research
on chagrin and the faces it makes, may act
as sovereign via the sovereignty of grief,
when now, now the hour enforces
the viability of my body, while now
you write, shielding the page with your arm?
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