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.........The Poetry Of.
.................................... Emily Clarice Harriman
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............... Self-Contained
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............. I have a
............. timid heart-
............. no pets, no
............. flight.
.............
............. When birds
............. fly over me
............. I'm sure
............. they want to
............. peck
............. my eyes
.............
............. dogs bark
............. and
............. I am well aware
............. that I am
............. meat
.............
............. babies
............. cry
............. such sounds,
............. they know
............. my breasts
............. are dry, my
............. eyes
............. are shining
............. far too
............. bright, the flesh
............. upon my legs
............. clings
............. tight
............. to bone-
.............
............. I am
............. contained; I
............. am alone.
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.............. Be Careful Of The Soft Things
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.............. Trust not
.............. the cat.
..............
.............. He sings
.............. with
.............. birds
..............
.............. he looks
.............. as though
.............. asleep
..............
.............. before
.............. he
.............. kills them-
..............
.............. he'll
.............. climb a tree
.............. to be
.............. up where they
.............. are...
..............
.............. I believe
.............. he'll
.............. find a way
.............. to fly
.............. one day.
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.............. Seasons
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.............. Black drip of tar
.............. on stone
.............. oil drop of
.............. slow
.............. forget
..............
.............. moon hung low
.............. the only one
.............. to know
.............. it wasn't
.............. always so
..............
.............. the heart
.............. turns mostly
.............. to the west,
.............. the set
.............. of sun,
.............. the shifting
.............. toward
.............. regret.
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