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ON THE DEATH OF HER BODY by JAMES KEIR BAXTER

First Line: IT IS A THOUGHT BREAKING THE GRANITE HEART
Last Line: PLUCKING THE FLOWERS OF THE ABYSS.
Subject(s): DEATH; LOVE - LOSS OF; DEAD, THE;
It is a thought breaking the granite heart
Time has given me, that my one treasure,
Your limbs, those passion-vines, that bamboo body
Should age and slacken, rot
Some day in a ghastly clay-stopped hole.
They led me to the mountains beyond pleasure
Where each is not gross body or blank soul
But a strong harp the wind of genesis
Makes music in, such resonant music
That I was Adam, loosened by your kiss
From time's hard bond, and you,
My love, in the world's first summer stood
Plucking the flowers of the abyss.



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