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By practice and conviction formed,
With ancient stubbornness ingrained,
Although her body clung and swarmed,
My own identity remained.

— Yvor Winters The Collected Poems of Yvor Winters (1960)

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The land is numb.
It stands beneath the feet, and one may come
Walking securely, till the sea extends
Its limber margin, and precision ends.

The Collected Poems of Yvor Winters (1960)

The rain of matter upon sense
Destroys me momently. The score:
There comes what will come.

The Collected Poems of Yvor Winters (1960)

Metal, intrinsic value, deep and dense,
Preanimate, inimitable, still,
Real, but an evil with no human sense,
Dispersed the mind to concentrate the will.

The Collected Poems of Yvor Winters (1960)

What end impersonal, what breathless age,
Incontinent of quiet and of years,
What calm catastrophe will yet assuage
This final drouth of penitential tears?

The Collected Poems of Yvor Winters (1960)

And you are here beside me, small,
Contained and fragile, and intent
On things that I but half recall —
Yet going whither you are bent.
I am the past, and that is all.

The Collected Poems of Yvor Winters (1960)

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