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(With much help from Robert Good, William Shakespeare, John Milton, and little Catherine Schwartz) Shall I compare her to a summer play? She is too clever, too devious, too subtle, too dark: Her lies are rare, but then she paves the way Beyond the summer's sway, within the jejune park Where all souls' aspiration to true nobility Obliges Statues in the Frieze of Death And when this pantomime and Panama of Panorama Fails, "I'll never speak to you agayne" -- or waste her panting breath. When I but think of how her years are spent Deadening that one talent which -- for woman is -- Death or paralysis, denied: nature's intent That each girl be a mother -- whether or not she is Or has become a lawful wife or bride -- 0 Alma Magna Mater, deathless the living death of pride.
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