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03.25.2008

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on March 25, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

The Wasteland (an excerpt from the epic poem by T. S. Eliot)

My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
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