Burial

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    Burial

    Dance for me oh danity one.
    The one who is the shiver of my sole.

    Allowed and tollarant your voice of sensing
    speak a why for me.

    Weighed in at heavy, no not the flesh yet your
    collected eyes.

    Where they are at maxium pretendance,
    why do you pretend!

    Have you forgotten I your brother the
    bachalor of A lie.

    Seemingly enough he states tomorrow!

    Oh danity one whos eyes are widowed,
    do not wake for me.

    I seek burial, oh burial..



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    heymily commented on Burial

    02-12-2009

    I only read it once, and I understood.. that's scary, 'cause it's deep.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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