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You close on me; by God, you breed in me!
My flesh corrupt is tingling with the kiss
Of myriads, like the innumerable sea
In waves of life that feeds its boundless bliss
On the eroded earth. These are your thoughts,
Your living thoughts that throng my stagnant veins!
Your jackals howl among the holy courts;
Your monster brood of devils in my brains
Laughs; oh! they feast on my decaying blood;
They gnaw the last sweet morsel from my bones.—
As on the parched-up earth there flames the flood
Of the monsoon, black dust and bareen stones
Leap into green, so I whose epitaph
Your passion writes, awake to live—to laugh!
My flesh corrupt is tingling with the kiss
Of myriads, like the innumerable sea
In waves of life that feeds its boundless bliss
On the eroded earth. These are your thoughts,
Your living thoughts that throng my stagnant veins!
Your jackals howl among the holy courts;
Your monster brood of devils in my brains
Laughs; oh! they feast on my decaying blood;
They gnaw the last sweet morsel from my bones.—
As on the parched-up earth there flames the flood
Of the monsoon, black dust and bareen stones
Leap into green, so I whose epitaph
Your passion writes, awake to live—to laugh!
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