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A Spiritual Woman
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; They have taught you to see Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things, A cunning algebra in the faces of men, And God like geometry Completing his circles, and working cleverly. I’ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind; If I can—if any one could. Then perhaps in the dark you’ll have got what you want to find. You’ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes, And I’m a kaleidoscope That you shake and shake, and yet it won’t come to your mind. Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you! Do you fear I shall swindle you? Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you Must have me all in your will and your consciousness— I hate you.
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