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DUET (I SING WITH MYSELF), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Out of my sorrow
Last Line: Because of my wings!
Subject(s): Singing & Singers


Out of my sorrow
I'll build a stair,
And every tomorrow
Will climb to me there;

With ashes of yesterday
In its hair.

My fortune is made
Of a stab in the side,
My debts are paid
In pennies of pride;

Little red coins
In a heart I hide.

The stones that I eat
Are ripe for my needs,
My cup is complete
With the dregs of deeds;

Clear are the notes
Of my broken reeds.

I carry my pack
Of aches and stings,
Light with the lack
Of all good things;

But not on my back,
Because of my wings!





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