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THE POET, by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG Poet's Biography First Line: I take what never can be taken Last Line: I, the clay. | ||||||||
I take what never can be taken, Touch what cannot be; I wake what never could awaken, But for me. I go where only winds are going, Kiss what fades away; I know a thing too strange for knowing, I, the clay. | Other Poems of Interest...A SEA MAIDEN by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG AFTER A CITY WINTER by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG AGAINST THE RISING MOON by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG AND THEN I SAW A MAID by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG APRIL, 1917 by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG ASCUTNEY by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG BARAKEESH by HANIEL (CLARK) LONG |
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