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Don’t Touch
- Northwestern University Press
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✦ 26 ✦ Don’t Touch “Wet paint! Don’t touch!”—the warning said,— My soul took little care, And now my memory’s stained with legs And lips and eyes and hair. Far more than any grief or gain, I loved in you, I think, That yellowed light grew white again, More white than whitest zinc. And O my darkness, friend, it soon Will somehow grow, I vow, More white than light, than raving moon, Than whitely bandaged brow! ...
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