To Amy Lowell
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who visits me in a hospital
Like a fleet with bellying sails,
Like the great bulk of a sea-cliff with the staccato bark
of waves about it,
Like the tart tang of the sea breeze
Are you;
Filling the little room where I lie straitly on a white
island between pain and pain.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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