Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Flash

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FLASH
I am less of myself and more of the sun;The beat of life is wearing meTo an incomplete oblivion,Yet not to the certain dignityOf death. (They cannot even dieWho have not lived.)Who have not lived.)The hungry jawsOf space snap at my unlearned eye,And time tears in my flesh like claws.If I am not life's, if I am not death's,Out of chaos I must re-reapThe burden of untasted breaths.(Who has not waked may not yet sleep.)
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseHazel Hall
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