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The Sitting-togetherFrom orchards fair and fierce Where grow the suffered, joyous grapes On shameless walls cast high before grave priests, Where painted cockles pierce The pure of loins and cling to napes Of those at home in fields with burning beasts— From here, the green boy drums: Presently, the maiden comes.The Sitting-together
From hill farms sweet and shorn Where sheep grow fat on sky-greened fields And drunken geese with plumage greyed by flame Are taken, tied, and torn From this their life the farmer yields To those who hide in fi
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A Touch of GraceForgive the flesh that cannot hold the light (The man made weak should not be held the same); Take up his hand and lead him from the night.A Touch of Grace
The reverent men who know the wretch’s plight, Though quick to shrug and sanction him as lame, Forgive the flesh that cannot hold the light.
The wasted man, about to throw the fight, Must not be let to fall from whence he came; Take up his hand and lead him from the night.
As solemn men who stoutly hold the right, Be tense not with the one whose heart is game; Forgive the flesh that cannot hold the light.
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A Sugar's Loaf of GreenWhere once a sugar’s loaf of green did lie Now huddle tramps of brick and coal born old. They must be left to waste, cheered on to die.A Sugar's Loaf of Green
These urchinned homes of colliers long passed by Hunch pawned and painted as a rumour bold Where once a sugar’s loaf of green did lie.
Because the houses had no youth to cry And lost the will to shake themselves of cold, They must be left to waste, cheered on to die.
Why, never meant to keep mean breath so high, Were they admitted to these lives and sold Where once a sugar’s loaf of green did lie?
Because these
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