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MINOR MISHAP by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER

First Line: THINK OF MY DEATH
Last Line: AT A TABLE SET, WHOSE MEATS HE CANNOT REACH.
Subject(s): COLD; DEATH; DEAD, THE;
Think of my death
As that of a fly
Caught between window and screen
On an autumn night.
Neither in or out,
He perishes of weakness
And hostile cold,
Looking through a barrier,
Perfect in perversity
At a glowing candle, whose warmth he cannot feel,
At a table set, whose meats he cannot reach.



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