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| WEBSTER was much possessed by death | |
| And saw the skull beneath the skin; | |
| And breastless creatures under ground | |
| Leaned backward with a lipless grin. | |
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| Daffodil bulbs instead of balls | 5 |
| Stared from the sockets of the eyes! | |
| He knew that thought clings round dead limbs | |
| Tightening its lusts and luxuries. | |
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| Donne, I suppose, was such another | |
| Who found no substitute for sense; | 10 |
| To seize and clutch and penetrate, | |
| Expert beyond experience, | |
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| He knew the anguish of the marrow | |
| The ague of the skeleton; | |
| No contact possible to flesh | 15 |
| Allayed the fever of the bone. . . . . . . . . | |
| Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye | |
| Is underlined for emphasis; | |
| Uncorseted, her friendly bust | |
| Gives promise of pneumatic bliss. | 20 |
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| The couched Brazilian jaguar | |
| Compels the scampering marmoset | |
| With subtle effluence of cat; | |
| Grishkin has a maisonette; | |
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| The sleek Brazilian jaguar | 25 |
| Does not in its arboreal gloom | |
| Distil so rank a feline smell | |
| As Grishkin in a drawing-room. | |
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| And even the Abstract Entities | |
| Circumambulate her charm; | 30 |
| But our lot crawls between dry ribs | |
| To keep our metaphysics warm. | |
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