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- Page 15 and 16: of time!"' 'There Rhoda sits starin
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What the dead poet said, you have f
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Something has formed, at school, in
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ound book. This is what I have drea
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'Night has wheeled a little further
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They swept and soared sharply in fl
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into dreams; rubs the features from
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eal boot. Yet they drum me alive. T
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'There is Jinny,' said Susan. 'She
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garden,' said Susan, 'among the blo
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explanation. But let us attempt it.
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London to a particular spot, to a p
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fruit into phrases.' 'Look,' said R
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mouthfuls of roast duck, fitly pile
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'He has red ears,' said Louis, 'and
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hands this common feeling, "Do not
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lit up marshes and pools, a white g
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Women shuffle past with shopping-ba
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'Lines and colours almost persuade
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I want publicity and violence and t
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it upon the oblong. They place it v
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'The sun shines from a clear sky. B
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my jaws blue and my eyes running wa
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you shatter a thousand pounds. And
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Time passes, yes. And we grow old.
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telephone buzzes and buzzes in your
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'Now I sit on a stone seat in these
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moving too, am becoming involved in
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eed. 'I hold some scissors and snip
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Bernard comes, or Neville or Louis.
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and make poetry. 'Now I have listen
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many threads, the thin, the thick,
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ack is my bed and that I lie dying.
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'Hampton Court,' said Bernard. 'Ham
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a bone-like city church with young
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man throws seeds in great fan-fligh
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turned to snow and become palatable
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hither and thither, these pluckings
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seems light as a cloud set for a mo
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hear the beech trees and the birch
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is nothing but warmth and silence a
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freely. The illusion is upon me tha
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maggots; the lustre dripping blue--
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egardant, noticing, with rapture, c
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green in spring, of orange in autum
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green. There was no past, no future
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from this cauldron is only a string
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life as one treads a path across th
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attachment, from the outside, and t
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feebly that spike of sea-holly; we
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little waves; and the woods rustle
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desiring company, certainty, contac
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'When we emerged from that immersio
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life. My wandering and inquisitive
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weightless and visionless, through
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tears. I see far away, quivering li
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plays us, one moment free; the next
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the night air and be off. I, I, I,