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Knowing

       Mon moi, Ils m’arrachent mon moi

          —Michelet

I will be lonely at half past dead

Weep none one or many beside my bed.

At the dead center of all alone

I must unwillingly work at dying

I will be crying crying crying

Not I not I this flesh these bones.

from Isabella Gardner: The Collected PoemsFind it in the library

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