| B. Out on the lawn I lie in bed . . . |
W.H. Auden
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| D. She sang beyond the genuis of the sea |
Wallace Stevens
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| F. The apparition of these faces in the crowd... |
Ezra Pound
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| A. Because I do not hope to turn again... |
T. S. Eliot
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| E. It is so peaceful on the ceiling! |
Elizabeth Bishop
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| C. All the new thinking is about loss. |
Robert Haas
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