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EXTRACTS FROM LUCIENNE: 55 by PAUL FORT

First Line: ALONE IN MY BLOOD I HOLD THE WHOLE OF POESY. DEATH LINGERS FAR ALOOF
Last Line: SHALL I SING, UNDONE, OF ONE WITH FAITH SO FRAIL?
Subject(s): BLOOD; DEATH; DEAD, THE;
Alone in my blood I hold the whole of poesy. Death lingers far aloof till all
things I have sung -- even to you, O blue mirage the sands among: some day I
wish to sing your infidelity.

Alone in my blood I hold the whole of poesy, some day I shall be dead, having
sung each least detail -- excepting you, perhaps, mistress admirable! Ah me, how
shall I sing, undone, of one with faith so frail?



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