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I Know Not the Secret
I call, but my finest thoughts come not out of their sanctum. Yet when I am silent, they quietly open the door And come to stand by my side....
The Prodigals
I hope to kill the fatted calf somehow, Before its youth is gone, and in its stead There stands a lean and empty-uddered cow From whom all festiveness has...
The Last Man
Restrained no more, the last rebelling man, Alone as he had always wished to be, Sole monarch of himself, with not a clan, Nor tribe, not state, nor nation...