Poem by Amy Levy

Contradictions

Now, even, I cannot think it true,
My friend, that there is no more you.
Almost as soon were no more I,
Which were, of course, absurdity!
Your place is bare, you are not seen,
Your grave, I’m told, is growing green;
And both for you and me, you know,
There’s no Above and no Below.
That you are dead must be inferred,
And yet my thought rejects the word.

1. To a Dead Poet
2. Ballade of a Special Edition
3. Ballade of an Omnibus
4. Oh, Is It Love?
5. Cambridge in the Long

Rudyard Kipling Contradictions ("THE DROWSY carrier sways")

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