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1885–1930

THE PUNISHER

David Herbert Lawrence

I HAVE fetched the tears up out of the little wells, Scooped them up with small, iron words, Dripping over the runnels. The harsh, cold wind of my words drove on, and still

I watched the tears on the guilty cheek of the boys Glitter and spill.

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