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Experience
Now you are gone I kiss your dented pillow
And wonder if it hungers like my breast
For the dear head we both have held in rest.
And wonder if it hungers like my breast
For the dear head we both have held in rest.
I said once: Love alone cannot assuage
My thirst, my hunger, love has no reply
For that wild questioning, for this fierce cry.
My thirst, my hunger, love has no reply
For that wild questioning, for this fierce cry.
I said: there is no kiss can feed me now.
Perhaps love is life's flower: I seek the root.
Yea, I have loved and love is dead sea fruit.
Perhaps love is life's flower: I seek the root.
Yea, I have loved and love is dead sea fruit.
Yet I lie here and kiss your dented pillow,
A trembling girl who loves you overmuch—
A harp in anguish for the player's touch.
A trembling girl who loves you overmuch—
A harp in anguish for the player's touch.
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