Three Short Poems
“The underground roads
Are, as the dead prefer them,
Always tortuous.”
“When he looked the cave in the eye,
Hercules
Had a moment of doubt.”
Leaning out over
The dreadful precipice,
One contemptuous tree.”
W. H. Auden
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