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                                                                                  JACK FOLEY ,CALIFORNIA
                                                                               SEPTEMBER, 2021: MUTTERINGS...

              Love inflames my heart with ardent cost

              And makes it shrink with fear like ice
              I do not know which will suffice,

              The hope or fear, the flame or frost.



              I shiver under hottest skies
              Burn in the cold

              Desirous and fearful how she can hold

              A man’s deep wisdom with her eyes.


              Of all pains, my own’s the first,

              To burn all through the day and night.

              This sweetest illness must affright


              All men—and cannot speak through verse.

              Who is not equal in this pain?

              Who thinks to fly as high as she—
                     he spreads his wings in vain.








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