| Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs | But what does that signify? Seol Song Ah 7 December 2015 |
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| Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots | 1-4 Modernized for The Norton Anthology of English Literature• It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers |
| You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily | It is apparent that there is no death |
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