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Example #4
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
of a sort of emotional anemia.And round about there is a rabble
Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.
They shall inherit the earth.In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive…..
will commit that indiscretion.
(The Garden by Ezra Pound)
How my heart sings 