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The Unknown

by Edward Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

Death is like the insect

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Unknown

by Edward Thomas

She is most fair,
And when they see her pass
The poets' ladies
Look no more in the glass
But after her.

On a bleak moor
Running under the moon
She lures a poet,
Once proud or happy, soon
Far from his door.

Beside a train,
Because they saw her go,
Or failed to see her,
Travellers and watchers know
Another pain.

The simple lack
Of her is more to me
Than others' presence,
Whether life splendid be
Or utter black.

I have not seen,
I have no news of her;
I can tell only
She is not here, but there
She might have been.

She is to be kissed
Only perhaps by me;
She may be seeking
Me and no other; she
May not exist.

Death is like the insect

by Emily Dickinson

Death is like the Insect
Menacing the Tree,
Competent to kill it,
But decoyed may be.

Bait it with the Balsam,
Seek it with the Knife,
Baffle if it cost you
Everything in Life.

Then, if it have burrowed
Out of reach of Skill—
Wring the Tree and leave it,
'Tis the Vermin's will.

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