from A Century of Epigrams

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		History of ideas

	God is love. Then by conversion
	Love is God, and sex conversion.


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	On a cold night I came through the cold rain
	And false snow to the wind shrill on your pane
	With no hope and no anger and no fear.
	Who are you? And with whom do you sleep here?


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	I had gone broke, and got set to come back,
	And lost, on a hot day and a fast track,
	On a long shot at long odds, a black mare
	By Hatred out of Envy by Despair.


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	You ask me how Contempt who claims to sleep
	With every woman that has ever been
	Can still maintain that women are skin deep?
	They never let him any deeper in.


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	Good Fortune, when I hailed her recently,
	Passed by me with the intimacy of shame
	As one that in the dark had handled me
	And could no longer recollect my name.