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H. D.

What is left after this?
what can death loose in me
after your embrace?
your touch,

your limbs are more terrible
to do me hurt.
What can death mar in me
that you have not?

— H. D., from “Fragment 68,” Selected Poems. (New Directions; 9.1.1988 edition, September 17, 1988)

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