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1874–1925

Fish

Amy Lowell

“So...” they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. “So...” they said again,

Amused and insolent. The silver on the table glittered, And the red wine in the glasses Seemed the blood I had wasted

In a foolish cause.

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