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Edwin Arlington Robinson - Two Quatrains
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As eons of incalculable strife  
Are in the vision of one moment caught,  
So are the common, concrete things of life  
Divinely shadowed on the walls of Thought.  
  

II

  We shriek to live, but no man ever lives
Till he has rid the ghost of human breath;  
We dream to die, but no man ever dies  
Till he has quit the road that runs to death.
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