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Jack Spicer

Whispers– Eurydice’s head is missing Whispers– Get out of hell– Whispers– You big poet We soldiers from hell’s country Here Safe as you are You write poetry For dead persons. — Jack Spicer, “Elegy,” The Heads of the Town up to the Aether. (Auerhahn Society; First edition 1962)

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