Poe

Mina Loy

1882 to 1966

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a lyric elixir of death

      embalms
      the spindle spirits of your hour glass loves
                                         on moon spun nights

sets
      icicled canopy
     for corpses of poesy
     with roses and northern lights

     Where frozen nightingales in ilix aisles

                                                 sing burial rites

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