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"Winter Remembered in XML"

1987 SocialPermaDeath Productions 2019

I did this for a class and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Chills and Fever

John Crowe Ransom 1924 Alfred A. Kmope, Inc. New York

This transcription was made from a copy of Chills and Fever printed in 1924.

Betsy Zander Filled template with a new poem. Betsy Zander Filled template according to instruction from Prof Cohen Matt Cohen Modification of template for Intro DH Amanda Gailey Creation of template

Winter Remembered

Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing. Think not, when fire was bright upon my bricks, And past the tight boards hardly a wind could enter, I glowed like them, the simple burning sticks, Far from my cause, my proper heat and centre. Better to walk forth in the murderous air And wash my wound in the snows; that would be healing; Because my heart would throb less painful there, Being caked with cold, and past the smart feeling. And where I went, the hugest winter blast Would have this body bowed, these eyeballs streaming, And though I think this heart's blood froze not fast, It ran too small to spare one drop for dreaming. Dear love,these fingers that had known your touch, And tied our separate forces first together, Were ten poor idiot fingers not worth much, Ten prozen parsnips hanging in the weather.

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