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Autumn Valentine
In May my heart was breaking- Oh, wide the wound, and deep! And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep. And when it came November, I sought my heart, and sighed, “Poor thing, do you remember?” “What heart was that?” it cried.
Dorothy Parker
Bahnhofstrasse
The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals are The trysting and the twining star.
Ah star of evil! star of pain! Highhearted youth comes not again
Nor old heart’s wisdom yet to know The signs that mock me as I go.
From Pomes Penyeach, 1918.
james joyce
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