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You still whispered you would not die.
Yet the nights I heard you cry
Like a whipped child

— W. D. Snodgrass

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The sleek, expensive girls I teach,
Younger and pinker every year,
Bloom gradually out of reach.

You must call up every strength you own
And you can rip off the whole facial mask.

Ah, what avails the tenure race,
Ah, what the Ph.D.,
When all departments have a place
For nincompoops like thee?

Have you subversive, out of date,
Or controversial ideas?

I have not learned how often I
Can win, can love, but choose to die.

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