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My tearful eyes my soul's deep hurt are
glassing;
For I would hail and check that ship of
ships.
I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,
My voice falls dead a foot from mine
own lips,
And but its ghost doth reach that vessel,
passing, passing.

“Oh I haven’t got long to live, for we all
Die soon, e’en those who live longest;
And the poorest and weakest are taking
Their chance
Along with the richest and strongest.”

I am continually astounded at how much I love his poetry.

“Unexpressed

Deep in my heart that aches
With repression,
And strives with plenitude of bitter pain,
There lives a thought that clamors for
Expression,
And spends its undelivered force in vain.

The right of thoughts’ expression is
Divine;
The price of pain I pay for it has bought it,
I care not who lays claim to it - ‘tis
Mine! “