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THE
RED HOTEL
But
for a particle of heaven, finding
its
way, a grain of sugar on her costume
jewellery
otherwise fashioned of paste,
into
her life, she would have counted her life
a
nervous affectation and refusal,
ungodly
somnolence, a flow of waiting
for
the mean crumbling of the flowers of death
to
settled upon her wasted energies;
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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