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Already six years past your age	A
The steps in Rome	B
the house near Hampstead Heath	C
all your fears	D
that you might cease to be	E
before your pen had glean'd	F
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My dear dead friend	G
you were the first to teach me	E
how the dust could sing	H
I followed in your footsteps	I
up the Heath	C
I listened hard	J
for Lethe's nightingale	K
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now at I want to live	L
Oblivion holds no adolescent charms	M
all the 'souls of poets	N
dead gone '	-
all the 'Bards	N
of Passion Mirth'	C
cannot make death	C
its echo its damp earth	C
resemble birth	C
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You died in Rome	B
in faltering sunlight	O
Bernini's watery boat still sinking	H
in the fountain in the square below	P
When Severn came to say	N
the roses bloomed	Q
you did not 'glut thy sorrow '	-
but you wept	R
you wept for them	S
for your posthumous life	T
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yet we all lead posthumous lives somehow	U
The broken lyre	V
the broken lung	W
the broken love	X
Our names are writ in newsprint	Y
if not water	Z
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'Don't breathe on me ' you cried	A2
'it comes like ice '	-
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Last words	N
I can't imagine mine	B2
Perhaps some muttered dream	C2
some poem some curse	N
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Three months past	D2
you lived on milk	E2
They reeled you backward	F2
in the womb of love	X
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A tepid February Roman Spring	H
Fruit trees in bloom	G2
Hampstead still in snow	P
Fanny Brawne receives a hopeful note	H2
when you are two weeks dead	I2
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A poet's life	T
always awaiting mail	K
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For God's sake	J2
kick against the pricks	N
There aren't very many roses	N
Your life was like an hourglass	N
with no sand	K2
The words slid through	L2
rested under glass	N
the flesh decayed	M2
to moist Italian clay	N
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At autopsy	N
your lungs were wholly gone	N2
Was that from too much singing	H
Too many rifts of ore	O2
You spent your life breath	C
breathing life in words	N
But words return no breath	C
to those who write	O
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Letters Life Literary Remains	N
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'I find that I cannot exist without poetry '	-
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'O for a Life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts '	-
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'What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth '	-
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'We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us '	-
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'Sancho will invent a Journey heavenwards as well as anybody '	-
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'Poetry should be great and unobtrusive a thing which enters into one's soul '	-
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'Why should we kick against the Pricks when we can walk on	P2
the Roses '	-
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'Axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses '	-
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'Until we are sick we understand not '	-
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'Sorrow is Wisdom '	-
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'Wisdom is folly '	-
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Too wise	N
yet not wise enough	Q2
at	R2
Sick you understood	S2
understanding	H
were too weak to write	O
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Proved on the pulse poetry	N
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If sorrow is wisdom	T2
wisdom is folly	N
then too much sorrow	P
is folly	N
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I find that I cannot exist without sorrow	P
I find that sorrow	P
cannot exist without poetry	N
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What the imagination seizes as beauty	N
must be poetry	N
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What the imagination seizes must be	N
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You claimed no lust for fame	U2
yet your burned	V2
'The faint conceptions I have of poems to come brings	N
the blood frequently into my forehead '	-
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I burn like you	L2
until it often seems	N
my blood will break	J2
the boundaries of my brain	W2
issue forth in one tall fountain	X2
from my skull	Y2
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A spume of blood from the forehead poetry	N
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A plume of blood from the heart poetry	N
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Blood from the lungs alizarin crimson words	N
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'I will not spoil my love of gloom	G2
by writing an Ode to Darkness '	-
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The blood turns dark	Z2
it stiffens on the sheet	A3
At night the childhood walls	N
are streaked with blood	B3
until the darkness seems awash with red	I2
children sleep behind two blood branched lids	N
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'My imagination is a monastery	N
I am its monk '	-
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At five twenty	N
very far from home	B
death picked you up	C3
sorted to a pip	D3
decades later	Z
your words breathe	C
syllables of blood	B3
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A strange transfusion	X2
for my feverish verse	N
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I suck your breath	C
your rhythms your blood	B3
all my fiercest dreams are sighed away	N
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I send you love	X
dear Keats	N
I send you peace	N
Since flesh can't stay	N
we keep the breath aloft	E3
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Since flesh can't stay	N
we pass the words along	F3