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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LATE SEARCH, by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER
First Line: In the unreal time of a dream
Last Line: A dog—my purse—my life.
Subject(s): Self
First Line: In the unreal time of a dream
Last Line: A dog—my purse—my life.
Subject(s): Self
In the unreal time of a dream
The X-ray of my identity
Stood clear;
And the familiar texture
Of thousands of small events
That had shaped these bones
Was a haze about them.
There I saw myself
A flash unmistakable—
A soul in the traffic of souls,
Looking blindly for a trifle that had escaped me,
A dog—my purse—my life.
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