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A Desperate Carpe DiemAuthor(s): Larry GraySource: Notre Dame English Journal, Vol. 4, No. 2 (Spring, 1969), p. 13Published by: The University of Notre DameStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/40066479 .

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A DESPERATE CARPE DIEM

Make haste, my love, see the blossoms turn to snow see the wall go wet, go white, watch the turning moon and changing constellations.

Come to my side and see me change, the time of past is past my brow holds the horizon your ear the circumference of my vision, your eye my sun, the heir of all light, my song of joy, my all. 'kick'kic'k'k ^fVt^Sf^f^f^f^f ickicfckick

A RIDICULOUS CONFESSION

The touch of wool, a sweater, the touch of flesh, mask, maybe . . . and then we go perhaps and we don't really know we come in desperation seeking another and find not our need, but the need to give and do.

I am an exposed nerve My veins are open to the air where is ... where are you? Have I gone too far? Am I a fool? I'll dance in motley I regret nothing. ^^/cJcfit^kifc'Ji "^dcJcfdc^cic "$cfc$c'£c'$cic'$c

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