Friday, January 3, 2003
All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave Comments
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All that I owe the fellows of the grave
And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates
Lies in the fortuned bone, the flask of blood,
Like senna stirs along the ravaged roots.
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* Sunprincess *
14 March 2014
Then look, my heart, upon the scarlet trove, And look, my grain, upon the falling wheat; All night my fortune slumbers in its sheet.
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Mourning life because it closes with death taking all its value, moments of love and joy, all of it to the inevitably of the grave.