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I’ve dropped my Brain – My Soul is numb —

The Veins that used to run

Stop palsied — ‘tis Paralysis

Done perfecter on stone

Vitality is Carved and cool.

My nerve in Marble lies —

A Breathing Woman

Yesterday – Endowed with Paradise.

Not dumb – I had a sort that moved —

A Sense that smote and stirred —

Instincts for Dance — a caper part —

An Aptitude for Bird —

Who wrought Carrara in me

And chiselled all my tune

Were it a Witchcraft — were it Death —

I’ve still a chance to strain

To Being, somewhere – Motion – Breath —

Though Centuries beyond,

And every limit a Decade —

I’ll shiver, satisfied.

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