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Lines by Dana Gioia :
Pity the faded,
the bloated, the blowsy,
the paunchy Adonis
whose luck’s gone lousy.
and by Franz Wright: “Ceaseless blue lightning, this/ love passing through me”
Lines from Sarah Lindsay : “it was a fall from no great height-/ merely, the height of herself”