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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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Telling the truth or giving a true result; exact; not defective or faulty

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IV. DEATH BY WATER

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T.S. Eliot·1888–1965·modernist literature
hlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swellAnd the profit and loss.A current under seaPicked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fellHe passed the stages of his age and youthEntering the whirlpool.Gentile or JewO you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.