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The Garden

 En robe de parade.
Samain Like a skien of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia.
And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.
They shall inherit the earth.
In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion.

by Louise Gluck
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