I hope that you are feeling more rested, though how you have had time to rest I do not see, unfortunately.
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I hope that you are feeling more rested, though how you have had time to rest I do not see, unfortunately.
It weighs cruelly heavy on the tender heart when a familiar face grows lined and dry, when familiar shoulders seem daily to droop lower, a familiar nape is hollow between cords.
The Custard Heart
The Lady’s Reward
Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart;
Keep your pretty words serene;
Never murmur what you mean.
Show yourself, by word and look,
Swift and shallow as a brook.
Be as cool and quick to go
As a drop of April snow;
Be as delicate and gay
As a cherry flower in May.
Lady, lady, never speak
Of the tears that burn your [...]
Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
Not So Deep as a Well (1937), “News Item”
I’m never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don’t do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don’t even do that any more.
Here Lies (1939), “The Little Hours”
Somebody was using the pencil.
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.