| I know what I know | 1-4 Modernized for The Norton Anthology of English Literature• Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots |
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| Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs | The smell of the earth is good |
You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily.
26| It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers | It is apparent that there is no death |
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