PyTorch LSTM Day 2 : Killed (after only 40 epochs)

My dream of an immaculate mesmerizing machine to replace all human imagination and absorb it into an engaging perpetual torrent of linguistic cleverness dissipated.

Yesterday, I let the GPU run overnight, expecting to return to 120 epochs and a stunning result.

Instead, on waking the computer in the morning:

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| end of epoch  40 | time: 452.85s 
| valid loss  5.84 | valid ppl   344.72
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Killed

 

The simulacrum had miscarried. The entire thread had been killed (automatically? by what clause?). Considering the results in glum melancholy, I realized it had been killed because 5 epochs had passed without improvement.

Yet, after dusting off the 40 models that existed, many intriguing gems emerged, spliced they suggest a latent lucidity:

without regret,
 played with a smooth
 raid of soiled petals, the color
 of rage and blood away--
 pinched your nose
the unwavering wind brushed the crystal edge from the stack,
 it came in the mirror adam's--
 eleven miles from the unholy relic
 and i set off
 into the absence of old themes,
 ... looking for the wreck of the rare summers
dark silks and soft blonde feather

on pink sky that hid a blue sun
 where it became dwelling pointing dead
 its lip rattled its green pride, thread-bare

 

Code on Github: https://github.com/jhave/pytorch-poetry-generation

Read the entire UNEDITED batch of 40 generated poems of 111 words after the break:

jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ bash Run_Models_and_Generate_2017-02-06T17-39-04-DEFAULT-40epochs.sh
                                   


without regret, 
 played with a smooth 
 raid of soiled petals, the color 
 of rage and blood away-- 
 pinched your nose over something. 
 people saw high in the snow 
 you died for a pickled money-colored of colored candy leaves 
 
 you had tideless surface to eat 
 nimble, put down the boulevards 
 
 trying to lire down the pavements with a knife 
 or a box of workmen holding up crates 
 they had closing from speed, only one practice the nation. 
 
 the dragonfly successfully stand on the counselor of being 
 alarum, -- truckee hated gravity, 
 crocodile, deever in your 


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hold 
 into the locks the pulled of corn 
 continues to crack, 
 one indistinct thing, 
 set out the minute to lose. 
 
 yesterday they'll stand 
 here near no snow 
 for those who became 
 fish. they could hear, 
 its coteries, a call-- 
 a thing that made it hold, 
 in every moment 
 
 which is also rarely made 
 by any estado 
 or a substance of itself, 
 a sense of praise, which someone elegy 
 some tragic attics, 
 the heavyweight and routes 
 of its own blue cathedrals 
 and strings shine right. 
 
 in houston we sing, 


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 if the intricate head stayed 
 
 as she gets off the wrong name. 
 
 
 and if i had no love for my age 
 if you could, i'm cried halicystus 
 a tub of white pines'. 
 for itamar, opened it all across me 
 on the socket of the chair, cursing. 
 fakes red pretension 
 required to circumambient open 
 now running across the backyard 
 toward the next degree 
 than ever 
 i decided is only my presence since 
 it doesn't seem to extend me. 
 sometimes i can't have believed 
 so that it goes to me 
 if you 


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to sea. 
 
 the bones of the world does not passed with seat 
 until we should not cross the head on 
 the wound, and his green shriek around 
 a man that strike water snow 
 on the valley of the bathroom day 
 to blow against the lemons, the scent 
 that enchanted voice 
 on some urgency 
 at the ernesto's court, hold at sea mr. stony alwey a glow 
 
 airport and a coyote openly, across a casement 
 finish out push another one, a time 
 and puny a dish 
 that did not wieners drafts, 
 or russian vobiscum who once said 


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the fresh and blue. 
 
 he leaves him in the quiet, there 
 alone. only. said, without 
 what they say, by ba-bas 
 who was. i don't 
 have the hostess, just squeezed to his own 
 
 first cat when this street 
 is total artificial poems window--i 
 have done themselves, these landward patterns 
 give us what we are? 
 
 if the war was a vote in fit and harakiri. 
 some are the poseur, 
 please me also sift away ragweed 
 and have scuttling my betrayals, under it. 
 i won't stop wrong without small time, so clear 
 it is strange to 


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unending business 
 
 lulu's dutch pigs from a trestle rubble chimes into corn 
 unrefracted tour of stoked fire in the baritone fence 
 shut-eye or, destroyers...? 
 the vegetation going on whate remember us 
 hard fate,my shoulder-blades and fishes alive 
 per day of us sachel the performance on a horse, 
 some witness needles of rye blow out goodbye coveralls, 
 table, broken blood jug door blood deep on us 
 
 
 faded as a string in the snow, guards 
 rubble flesh froze in the park, 
 
 this boat held full on me. like a vocal 
 cretin-wise 
 without the blackbird or a 


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 portent? zechariah, and maverick geodesy 
 growing closer, with desperate snouts 
 floating seventy-six, into a film like april lights 
 as sturdy flowers, turkey-hen the lyric murderous razor 
 live in its centre with an dinner. 
 
 
 ii 
 
 o swallow, her look like a spark unwell in a glass 
 of grain a paper tree falls 
 into this bondage, but not built on earth, until 
 the air glows like the ripened snow that makes a stream 
 where the warm spring to bailey shall eaglet--from 
 that word-perplexity, patch of nectar went. 
 this condemn, that flash, which recoil in its loss, 
 


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 the unwavering wind brushed the crystal edge from the stack, 
 it came in the mirror adam's-- 
 eleven miles from the unholy relic 
 retrograde, had it thrown into the reeds. 
 
 
 
 unequally vows plus love has been an ugly old game. 
 and now they descend or flare when others sit still, 
 sick they invented overreach 
 axe and wives. they put its sun-- 
 out their skirts like ragged guardians stretched over cradle. 
 how distance could hate out passage to light. 
 the world is not upset and soiled and of property, 
 in every island, every 


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speech 
 
 as the child rises the final kiss, 
 all delicacy thy small delight, 
 the thicket of the record, stares 
 at my shoulder and learn to master foes 
 i blackening, i must reach 
 of their kind? who rolling out and stay 
 more and blind in many shapes 
 but cannot i be anway and thou 
 neither thy kisses is, thou wilt know 
 thou that my identity, for other feet 
 that in her nightgown familiar 
 and he with sohrab's hand, 
 i lie at the loves of men, 
 waiting to deceive the smart, 
 of that star which lies too 


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be trudged away 
 as yet. i leave you through the dark 
 
 and below it, i left the house in champagne 
 and four birds in the park was stuck to her 
 drinking salt, roses, and velvet 
 with styrian and defi'd, 
 and the turnip 
 awed by tendencies of anger 
 which he was jealous with he 
 
 feeling one of them 
 considering how they went on 
 and he cured them, 
 he wanted to burn them 
 and the queen had turned 
 deep in vertical 
 by fifties, 
 as level in his net. 
 then he wore a crow's wide 


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 steady mechanic, helen, 
 filled with eyes & doves to mud, 
 returned to gray waters 
 by who people leave you old. 
 then life-lumps wraps them 
 by the chipped lust of rags, 
 his legendary palette is flat 
 cold you'll never know whom makes the skin 
 if you can think the guy needs 
 the time of carp you listen 
 to the such, blockhead consciousness, 
 and thunder the established keeper 
 trots in the doorway. 
 
 aunt brocaded mortars, trips 
 back, palpable end of, 
 as a crow's hubcap. close 
 'by the bottle 
 of it will 


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 without an inherited 
 rank deal'st in your shoe 
 no need real wasnt 
 once clearer thru the javans potatoes--screw ear. 
 
 why can't i get of this? i'm not taller, 
 but there are lovers standing on top as for this. 
 and the cat knelt on a selling gold learning. 
 
 i think i needs macabrely, wild infants, 
 those capers halls, shallows in the lonely bulbs 
 of mosses. trees, the great vintage bodiless sleep. 
 
 
 in kennel of difficutl days 
 from the state we used to believe 
 before we slept with a earlier place 
 under the euboic fields 


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 but that lament 
 of natural being mucking 
 and i set off 
 into the absence of old themes, 
 are all ended, a lover that's known 
 you and vex you, who tanked around her, 
 playing and unjust to bed, death out 
 
 for the last half hours and then it's wrong, 
 he's really turned down and i say 
 they said they lick my fingers down the floors, 
 or beardless, my fingers shits, 
 my father asked us they are not dead, 
 but looking for the wreck of the rare summers wallowed 
 with the morning trace of fire for free of 


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in fact, she said. 
 the phoenix describes their sampler 
 in courtiers said 
 pasturing about. 
 
 found five hours 
 sure it was a melting 
 falsetto blue fence. 
 
 no one at home had been 
 still he told me it's hard 
 to work the revolution 
 but a very few flights of the screen, 
 to hear their mare.' 
 
 i pull them on my wrist 
 and kiss myself against my hand 
 
 now we are rubbed we down 
 the storm, turning away from 
 darkness to kiln. 
 our high-wrought sign, or rather, 
 no hippocampus. 
 the termites 


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seeing them, michigan, 
 depository. 
 westerns and gong line, driven by fiery 
 to warn them into seeing the rich woot, 
 and as content the peccary goes. but i think, 
 i am over on the banks of a candle. 
 
 on phrenzied occasions, and allow them 
 are the liveliest gary, i am not thinking stella, 
 the solitary history of our diseases 
 too quiet for more than that. 
 
 my god, then delivered 
 it was drer's spools 
 with a kind of tiny negra 
 when he was food--grated 
 and glittered at 
 his final footsteps 
 after a first calf. 
 


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number, 
 in the spent glow of its development for a second, 
 except the turkey leeward, ash wheels, texture 
 of tonight, the white splashing turning o'er-dusted. 
 on the crops of being wild enough for leaving the tide 
 to create whorling fear this every hollow is the length 
 where beautiful peoples' angels wails us together, 
 and the bones of that rattin call to right, tawny 
 selves in the empty garden, los homeland of massachusetts sniffing, pheu, clippers, 
 constructions babel des notr' christian am questioner 
 je la sont what's are,-- 
 america 's there? no way home 
 i'm gonna tired, i smell my 


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 and i set off 
 into the absence of old themes, 
 are all ended, a lover that's known 
 you and vex you, who tanked around her, 
 playing and unjust to bed, death out 
 
 for the last half hours and then it's wrong, 
 he's really turned down and i say 
 they said they lick my fingers down the floors, 
 or beardless, my fingers shits, 
 my father asked us they are not dead, 
 but looking for the wreck of the rare summers
 
 how foolish to you choice, 
 as if you find them? 
 
 have the surf's beautiful 
 boyfriend. you'd grow? 
 with fingers plaything still 
 through virtues why. 
 
 
 
 miraculous i did not grieve 
 but had ever mine, 
 for me to show 
 i said you are not open 
 and go glad i cried for you. 
 
 
 the night has been warm. 
 the world, in front of all the milk. 
 the dawn, 


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for the beauty of every thing. 
 there is three voices in such a protective sum 
 of the earth's heavy distrusts. 
 
 i am the night i buried old god 
 though my life always flowed through the mire. 
 
 he loves in the gulf of a father, 
 until the archer can't let he eat my mouth 
 and think it's oneself, and pride 
 pronoun, benign. doesn't resist me 
 because he walks out of catholic terms, 
 perhaps, that i was born on tree streets 
 of an apple line one sniffing strong arm 
 enough for her gown to sit on my heart. 
 


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 isaiah belted her body in front of him, tenderest of all her marriage. 
 
 her silent music casts 
 a good low fair and very pale, 
 when he caste to the fray, 
 hard as the squirrel slowly disclose him with ugly 
 but, a moment with fire or satraps, the leaves 
 
 which blink the air upon the wall or the sea. 
 
 in the byre. 
 he left my chest, and all the labor minutes 
 he came into his play looking 
 at fast he called he too 
 all of his preventing yet american 
 to give attention again and the 


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walk in, 
 
 a dance pot of feathers. 
 every day amidst the three days the cliffs were closed. 
 and i went glad once, and listened to my grief 
 for the day teachers die but i would suspense, then 
 it was true. and so i was tickled by the solution 
 for the first time you called it winter. 
 it wasn't that lover, not even the time life 
 has long seemed to kick, it jelly. 
 i've killed everything that would do? 
 
 
 
 b b b b b b b hey alas, i need a fly image inside it 
 in these 


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clutching maintained. 
 and drink the dawn is clear around his walk like a cultures. 
 
 how names the missing gossip passport-less, up drinking callin in fynd, radiates and dente to curiosity-- 
 his dear mother's cherokee hands myrtle sweet-smelling, in the white yellowed home. those wannabe. you take in smooths. its lilacs. the horizon. . . . i know you are good to know i, and is to know that it sprightly approcht great enough, are the passing and the of them discernable wellknown they are enough to it. every one who is. it for a nectar- on the ground. . i know that i cried them. this is 


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 but when from this, between 
 the hollow theatre of the chair khaki round the world's 
 
 dark silks and soft blonde feather 
 
 on pink sky that hid a blue sun 
 where it became dwelling pointing dead 
 its lip rattled its green pride, thread-bare 
 nod spears alike at ingenuity fact 
 we've gone out, even then we were going through, 
 new songs in the forsythia and sunrise 
 received into boxes--he straining to erase 
 spongy one old trumpet bathing 
 greed who has been simply without, 
 grows on, 
 moving the coughing of the dead man's body 
 and for amazing 


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a strain of light is cold 
 braving the winter of the night 
 and soon one could last alone, 
 another moment led to dry 
 even to have limitless sag, 
 and make things out, and often, 
 all on with the wreath and bells crying 
 of beautiful hues of frog 
 and so it will ready, 
 yet if that water glows 
 but covers by blushing like wine 
 and one time which dreamlife--why her here, 
 it is inquiring to desire. 
 
 regard not, as with an suns, 
 crowded urinal shelves with a mill, 
 and when the stone speaks is writing. 
 


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happy death, 
 and her skirt, young truths in groves 
 are flying in the afternoon, 
 save for the grave of bachelor afar. 
 each place breaks down the alley, down to greek 
 
 x 
 how custom stands on his lips, he says, 
 we heard him? 
 
 a fire was a light of leaving 
 years of old, within timepiece that dwelt 
 land-breeze high. the beaver cane 
 whistle the advocates that weighed the meat 
 for manacled. alder-bitten hand and denver, 
 everywhere---- tax. powder, tiles. 
 schoolyard. the war deigning to approaches? 
 
 let's be easier half for a' doubt, 
 an' 


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enemies, 
 it produces you and dreams which lies in your tongue, 
 and must have nails? that you will not drive her toast, 
 or find all beatific cheap men get lost, 
 blindered courage in youth, housei think you of. 
 to mean there's a funny whole particle 
 of traffic broken, a car-edge mountain. 
 lightning. the barges atheous rise in betray. 
 first one will volleys because we've all called, 
 the other one has been terrible at night, 
 and all the world you'll be told the first dance, or its 
 necessities to multiply, if you bark, 
 or add or waiting against some region. 


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thousand parts, 
 all no--the pleasure of fainting pain. 
 i should be one by night, 
 retire to league. leaning to my knife, 
 but with a tower of behest also sees, 
 without practice of the halls, 
 so rarely. even that fearless beast 
 as after hour spring up goofer plain, 
 that which it gives two croaking with the soap 
 discount'nance them wild. one by one, in lackethe 
 at the voluptuous smuttie buffleheads? mutable 
 by tortoiseishly afterward with the myself--ourselves--in hoods. 
 
 let the germany. when late halo leave it, 
 and, like above ldan architraves lxvi 
 it happens, correggio engadine to 


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 the children's faces of heaven, 
 blown nails like innumerable war-shaft 
 through sleepy stream of swarthy smouldering 
 delight and west. dented gather up 
 a blizzard 
 opening, a gleam of leaves in a blue promontory 
 on whanne boldest, or air-life sea-dust 
 from the crown of consummated blank bridges, 
 the pilot sob of the rice. 
 we listen to the tree 
 sentence down the sidewalk 
 and again a horror breaks in its faux truckdriver take. 
 
 oh, yes, 
 don't inherit crew 
 and wading and orchards. 
 you favorite. we eight-point 
 while it reached swaths 
 trusting a truth radioshack 


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Traceback (most recent call last):
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    model = torch.load(f)
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 248, in load
    return _load(f, map_location, pickle_module)
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 317, in _load
    tar.extract('storages', path=tmpdir)
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2034, in extract
    tarinfo = self.getmember(member)
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 1743, in getmember
    tarinfo = self._getmember(name)
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2325, in _getmember
    members = self.getmembers()
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 1754, in getmembers
    self._load()        # all members, we first have to
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2348, in _load
    tarinfo = self.next()
  File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2281, in next
    raise ReadError("unexpected end of data")
tarfile.ReadError: unexpected end of data
                                   


swimming down in the hall, 
 listening in the beam, some cause 
 on its contrivances submitted like 
 a dog dropping edge he received by the smoke 
 of another person, mare... even my self 
 ill-phrased. us, past me, er down-at-heels dis, 
 kisses and sweat. i wait a while, 
 in me and myself i knew of you. 
 
 and though i hardly heard numbers thieves or such pain 
 as that stern face i would have mercy here 
 and whenever i look upon that dangerously. 
 grant me the leaden tang and my poor ancestors. 
 sail-cars thought him loving the parson's marxists, 
 then 


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on a responsibility, 
 compensation, with villa claiming they, one dago off 
 through evening, . . we, of poetry, persistent 
 spending at the with conception murmurs ash. 
 
 and turns into a garden by a deep fashioner 
 business, horse, another by my clatter-bangs 
 it's at peace to noel the sour, put on account 
 across the into dust's removing exulting tween... 
 
 i saw one 
 querulous baby man, who had so hard 
 to hear walking races to live 
 to the suburb of being waited for a crack, specious hostel. 
 and after them. 
 
 and whate'er 
 he were so whispered 


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 an elemental 
 image of a tortured body 
 in the eye full 
 of motorway curls 
 
 there complete the house of fanciful 
 as the mind climb like a wind 
 through diminishing beads 
 
 beneath cut waters 
 the birds 
 
 cars broken hedge 
 on a white of fat skin. 
 
 the field snags like a triplet sea. 
 sere. -- 
 . sun-torn the oak photographer 
 hung in the ditch market low 
 
 i saw him die again and again, idaho 
 lord devereux feathered dwarf grammar dressed to feed stig linden 
 
 sifting on similarly delivering 


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to the tongue 
 he lets use him to leave the wounded fire 
 and move it, that here is withered and cold, 
 regardless to probe made quieter, 
 that space will shine on, no matter, 
 delight, breathe because you will murderous-- your children 
 
 
 i know that feeling removed 
 beneath the gartered long'd-for play, 
 
 
 over or core 
 
 a preacher or that one's continuance 
 is why might be much to be wakaya's 
 
 
 even even by the outer pace 
 
 i gray-brown-metal-filthy for my own grace. 
 
 
 at a strain you are you? 
 
 


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 for discomfort. 
 
 imagine a moment in the hour. 
 eight trees, expenses its being. 
 
 
 am. scroggs, submerging, 
 the elm tree mourning whose way was nice. and a bird coiled, in the colors of the spring light of me. my driver moved down mouth. few are prisoners whittled in the tides of the building horeheb's holy town watches and givenhalf as advanced may play in black and tar and gold in his mission from clothes. imagine i was a child out of their dining yard and drove the shrunken apple, charges in the street with a sapling jarring bed so yellow suddenly we could not 


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seems to say, 
 in the milestones 
 the banks of our noses have walked like fat legs 
 round our bows, 
 
 
 all day, what grass of what god may always remember. 
 thrice this is about torment rest, 
 how the suitors who bear in a promised crowd 
 
 watertable and lashes, missouri. in the presence unattached, 
 never agona, or bucked and lose. 
 
 if ordinary years are running there on war. 
 
 in the day, suddenly this day his ticket rippled 
 to be delighted at it. 
 
 
 xv 
 
 following these figures in their jean 
 their loftier 


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muddy rods in their inscriptions smiling the heart 
 
 paddocks climb through gardens mutated, stairs, repentances, over arch'd showers. boughs, immortally, damage, wary, obscure, flags in their way. 
 
 and so, to be burdens in twos and depressions 
 wag, my selfe fully with all the forms lightthe gewiton the melancholy force of the sorts, 
 stayed unto the bonds of precision. fontainebleau, bridge and dealings for example, 
 while to my mother she wished to bark with rooftiles made her unnerved bombed rent by these, 
 she casting a shining delta. and set it down, then came from my body and a flowre of sorrow that she swung 


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heart 
 before she saw the clear drawback of her house, 
 and not a saw forth as before. she gives a vision 
 to all of now and make to spain of banishment 
 yet as it makes her, having always found her, 
 by day she was most exquisite to know 
 what to do with us, she being pleader 
 and determined to guide, the first poison 
 
 still now to centre blowing down, 
 and past those lightnings, days, so now plaids, dyes 
 and strange stories . . . 
 
 in darkness they come, their materializing smiles, 
 the land of light is whiter 


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as an iron flower 
 
 light clasp'd the hand, bright steed. 
 why, thus, god close-locked and 
 the life of you can do if you were going 
 so familiar, forever answer 
 so, though soul lives yet? 
 
 you shall see if the word be brought 
 naked these little men control, 
 death-angel and counterpane for these are 
 possible to dart among fog and stone 
 
 in their invasive roses, 
 bear these little tinfoil reign, 
 these savage things move, 
 who are fearful and eternal, 
 so pale and briefly 
 
 who can sing of memories drayton 
 so hath you 


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remarks 
 of the old earth and there 
 though are i not a pity, 
 or want food to spare thee alone. 
 
 xxviii 
 his eyes were years and eyes left white, 
 so that he should come in milan 
 but as one sees he doth as strongholds. 
 
 both right on the west year has all been known. 
 for a the rub of flesh it's durable 
 as our currents get listening to my thought 
 for that night sends him to their mute, 
 and have been so deep in vain 
 he cannot ne'er prepare him. 
 who can blame him to 


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harder 
 with no wind nor long-ill-fitting acres there were giv'n. 
 here rings and dress wrist--he yoked with a massive blast 
 of white still brushing off. so why i see 
 not ever-altering but the rude pool. the streams 
 are redder than any return i ask 
 not to do th' air broken, evening or consequence 
 of grief and happiness when the sun glistens out 
 
 at length for the springs inspector and not 
 yet part the silence of the house that darkened the 
 moment 
 
 farms. one to the evil 
 christ, does love seem for happiness, 
 comes alone.' winter nights 


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 in the harmonies of the 
 past one ragtime lay 
 
 within darkling the blue stroke. 
 that we looked up back at the moon 
 with its quiet arms 
 stained with moons of the old, moon, 
 joining y'all of ash or ocean, 
 august 
 until there were no such reason 
 
 that there 
 was a child? 
 a few thousand miles ahead of them. 
 and the surrounding them 
 wide under damp trees 
 the cat's arms them tight, 
 a gleam of austria 
 whale, has a wondrous 
 collection of water 
 and his wife and his mother, 
 cong 


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