Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches
That were composed under her name
Or, the dignity of criticism
Increases the confusion in men
Her heart clenched, sexual
More breathlessly than if she had
And felt she was equipped
To understand them
The passage of time
Increases the confusion in men
I've seen it
She loved the spare texture
Of his difficult, and sad books,
And felt she was exceptionally
Equipped with Stanley Wilson's
Distractions
Rug that opened as a well of color at her feet
Was everywhere,
And the lamps
In the middle of the day:
The low,
Deeply recessed
Casement windows were running with rain
And wet leaves
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