you shall above all things be glad and young flesh put space on and his mind take off time For if you’re young whatever life you wear that you should ever think may god forbid it will become you and if you are glad and in his mercy your true lover spare whatever’s living will yourself become for that way knowledge lies the foetal grave Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need called progress and negation’s dead undoom I can entirely her only love I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing whose any mystery makes every man’s than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance From Collected Poems
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