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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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In an accidental manner; by chance, unexpectedly.

He discovered penicillin largely accidentally.

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ABSENCE

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Claude McKay·1889–1948·communist
our words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,Of a fruit-filled lemon tree when the day is young and dim. Like soft rain-christened sunshine, as fragile as rare gold lace,Your breath, sweet-scented and warm, has kindled my tranquil face. But a silence vasty-deep, oh deeper than all these tiesNow, through the menacing miles, brooding between us lies. And more than the songs I sing, I await your written word,To stir my fluent blood as never your presence stirred.