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I peered into the crater’s heaving red
And quailed. I called upon the Muse. I said,
“The day I cease to serve you, let me die!”
And woke alone to birdsong, in our bed.
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James Merrill
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Michael Walker 25 June 2017

I think James Merrill is a fine poet from left-field, but this poem reads as possibly too long and intricate. Merrill has written better, in my opinion.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 25 June 2017

Such an interesting poem... Thanks for posting....🤓🤓🤓

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 June 2017

So old! ! So dry! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Gary Gowns 25 June 2017

This is a fantastic poem.

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Linda Hepner 18 May 2015

Whew, I've stumbled on a real poet.

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James Merrill

James Merrill

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