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Rose O'Neill - I Made a
House of Houselessness |
I made a house of houselessness,
A garden of your going:
And seven trees of seven wounds
You gave me, all unknowing:
I made a feast of golden grief
That you so lordly left me,
I made a bed of all the smiles
Whereof your lip bereft me:
I made a sun of your delay,
Your daily loss, his setting:
I made a wall of all your words
And a lock of your forgetting. .....I Made a House of Houselessness by Rose O'Neill
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Monday, 15-Mar-2010 23:09:48 GMT | 
