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for I have known them all already, known them all:
have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room.
so how should I presume?
and I have known the eyes already, known them all –
the eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
and when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
then how should I begin
to spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
and how should I presume?
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for I have known them all already, known them all:
have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room.
so how should I presume?
and I have known the eyes already, known them all—
the eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
and when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
then how should I begin
to spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
and how should I presume?
2 137
for I have known them all already, known them all:
have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room.
so how should I presume?
