A Fever

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  • Sadness

    A Fever


    Oh do not go, for I shall hate
    All girls are so, when you have gone
    For I shall not celebrate
    When I remember that you are one

    The whole world vapors with my breath
    A must that she cannot go, I know
    Away to the world of death
    A place from this world you will go

    Upon this knowledge to aspire
    That this her fever might be it
    And yet she cannot be a waste by this
    Nor long bear this torturing wrong

    For such corruption needful is
    To fuel such fever long
    Never to see you in a state like this
    That is the fate of a healthy woman.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    silberg’s Poems (17)

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