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Harold Raitt
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1937
‘A substitute for all the gods’
‘What is there in life except one’s ideas’
‘That I may reduce the monster to’
‘A dream (to call it a dream) in which’
‘The person has a mould. But not’
‘The earth is not earth but a stone’
‘Is this picture of Picasso’s, this “hoard”’
‘First one beam, then another, then’
‘The pale intrusions into blue’
‘Tom-tom, c’est moi. The blue guitar’
‘Slowly the ivy on the stones’
‘Raise reddest columns. Toll a bell’
‘And the color, the overcast blue’
‘The vivid, florid, turgid sky’
‘It is the sun that shares our works’
‘A tune beyond us as we are’
‘Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry’
‘So that’s life, then: things as they are?’
‘Ah, but to play man number one’
‘I cannot bring a world quite round’
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