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William Empson
English
Poet
About the author
It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.
William Empson,
English
Poet
My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.
William Empson,
English
Poet
#Heart
#Poison
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
William Empson,
English
Poet
#Failure
#Effort
#Waste
#Poison
#Blood
The heart of standing is you cannot fly.
William Empson,
English
Poet
#Heart
Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.
William Empson,
English
Poet
#End
#Boys
#Waiting
You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.
William Empson,
English
Poet
#Want
Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.
William Empson,
English
Poet
#Law
#Men