Years

Like women much beloved and yet unsated, passing through life with laughter and anger in their eyes of fire and agate — thus the years have been .
And they have also been like actors who half-heartedly play " Hamlet " in the marketplace; like grandseigneurs in a proud land, who grab the uproar by the neck .
And now, how crestfallen they are, my God, and hushed like a shattered clavecin, and welcome every blow and scoff, and seek Thee without believing in Thee .
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Anna Margolin
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