It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:To offer you now at last my least and my worst:Minor, absurd preserves,The shell's end-curves,A document kept at the back of a drawer,A tin hidden under the floor,Recalcitrant prides and hesitations:To pile them carefully in a desparate oblationAnd say to you "quickly! turn themOnce over and burn them".Now I (no communist, heaven knows!
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