 | Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
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VARIATIONS OF GREEK THEMES, V
WITH SAPPHO'S COMPLIMENTS
But you are dead now—yes, you are—
And what you say will not go far;
I don't think any one I knew
Was ever quite so dead as you.
And what you say will not go far;
I don't think any one I knew
Was ever quite so dead as you.
I'll say no more, for what remains?
You must have known you had no brains;
For you had nothing but your looks,
And you would never read my books.
You must have known you had no brains;
For you had nothing but your looks,
And you would never read my books.
So now you'll hate yourself, and hide
Where most ignoble shades abide;
But I'll not make your spirit sad,
For you are dead now—and I'm glad.
Where most ignoble shades abide;
But I'll not make your spirit sad,
For you are dead now—and I'm glad.
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