  Half inevitably, half by choice By the blood of dead Americans To God, care of the whistling winds In my black dress and my still room Slyly garbling and cross-purposing To wander and hang and float about Ice-water, corrosive acid and human breath I, MARY MACLANEA DIARY OF HUMAN DAYS Publisher’s logo NEW YORK Copyright, 1917, by All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages. To M— T— these Live Fruits |
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