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The Dead Man Walking

by Thomas Hardy

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Drawing the boundary…

Love is a babble

by Robert Jones

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Dead Man Walking

by Thomas Hardy

They hail me as one living, 
But don't they know 
That I have died of late years, 
Untombed although? 

I am but a shape that stands here, 
A pulseless mould, 
A pale past picture, screening 
Ashes gone cold. 

Not at a minute's warning, 
Not in a loud hour, 
For me ceased Time's enchantments 
In hall and bower. 

There was no tragic transit, 
No catch of breath, 
When silent seasons inched me 
On to this death…. 

— A Troubadour-youth I rambled 
With Life for lyre, 
The beats of being raging 
In me like fire. 

But when I practised eyeing 
The goal of men, 
It iced me, and I perished 
A little then. 

When passed my friend, my kinsfolk, 
Through the Last Door, 
And left me standing bleakly, 
I died yet more; 

And when my Love's heart kindled 
In hate of me, 
Wherefore I knew not, died I 
One more degree. 

And if when I died fully 
I cannot say, 
And changed into the corpse-thing 
I am to-day; 

Yet is it that, though whiling 
The time somehow 
In walking, talking, smiling, 
I live not now.

Love is a babble

by Robert Jones

Love is a babble,
No man is able
To say ’tis this or ’tis that.
’Tis full of passions,
Of sundry fashions,
’Tis like I cannot tell what.

Love is a fellow,
Clad oft in yellow,
The canker-worm of the mind,
A privy mischief,
And such a sly thief,
No man knows which way to find.

Love’s fair i’ th’ cradle,
Foul in the sable,
’Tis either too cold or too hot.
An arrant liar,
Fed by desire,
It is, and yet is not.

Love is a wonder,
That’s here and yonder,
As common to one as to more.
A monstrous cheater,
Every man’s debtor,
Hang him, and so let him go.

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