The Hour You Realized

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The hour your realized
 you were to be disappointed

The moment hardly seemed
 like anything at all,
                         especially

Compared to the drama
 with which you later invested it.

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World Enough And Time

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The World is forgiveness:
it keeps ticking on,
no matter what you do.

Time is justice:
it spins you out finally
for your failures.

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We Don't Learn to Swim

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Only God controls his thoughts, Catte,
She said to me.  The rest of us
Are the creation of our thoughts,
And we swim in their consequences,
Our reactions the waves we ride
Until we are pulled under, and
No light penetrates, and
Even the surf is so distant
It sounds intelligible.


                                                

Mussourgnakov's End

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And finally he came to
Where good writers start
And failed writers find their end:

He turned to writing poetry.

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It was perhaps because Chicago was the 
Eastern Europe of America that he felt 
so at home here.  -- Life of Mussourgnakov