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First Line: Good spirits turn shuddering from scenes of / decay
Last Line: The tangible form of my own worthlessness.
Subject(s): Self-criticism


GOOD spirits turn shuddering from scenes of decay,
Mid-winter barrenness, autumnal rains,
Pavements tenantless and no longer illuminated between night and day,
Bleak houses issuing on unhealthy lanes.

I, whom the dart of this sad universe
Has pierced beyond all bleeding, whose dumb powers
Rustle and heave and meditate a curse
To waken hatred in the unweeting hours,

Have wooed these things, and in confusion find
A vision of my futility; possess
A symbol, there, of my disordered mind;
The tangible form of my own worthlessness.





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