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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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If I pay the roots of the heather

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
oo close attention, they will invite meTo whiten my bones among them. The sheep know where they are, Browsing in their dirty wool-clouds,