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Water and heights would bring me to tears.

Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.

But O, as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

Sea of Strangers by Lang Leav 8.

She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion.

I lean to love, which leaves me lean, till lean turn into lack.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I sought my death and found it in my womb, I looked for life and found it was a shade, I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb, And now I die, and now I was but made; My glass is full, and now my glass is run, And now I live, and now my life is done.

While some aspiring intellectuals might turn up their noses at this poem of mine, sniffing and calling it "doggerel," I think it makes a point similar to Tom Merrill's, in a humorous way.

I will not name it in the street, For shops would stare, that I, So shy, so very ignorant, Should have the face to die.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.