robbing ninety banks
I’d still come up short to buy
this pearl love gives me
(Divan, x)
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on this ladder each
rung its own destination—
it’s time, love, to climb
(Divan, xii)
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rather to wear
this scratchy wool slip of love
than all the silks of pride
(Divan, xiii)
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is that True Love
you’re sipping? quick, bartender,
make mine a triple
(Divan, xiii)
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I put all I love
in a canoe, love sank it—
now everything is possible
(Divan, xiii)