No, now I wish the sunshine would stop, new world of time.!
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THESE poems should not be considered separately, as so many single pieces. They are intended as an essential story, or history, or confession, unfolding one from the other in organic development, the whole revealing the intrinsic experience of a man during the crisis of manhood, when he marries and comes into himself. The period covered is, roughly, the sixth lustre of a man's life Snow of salt, white, burning, eating salt
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piercing the flesh to blossom of death. When a man is rich, he loses at last the hunger fear. "Kiss me! How cold you are!—Your little breasts
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