Petty, Robert

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MAN USCRIPTS 25the rim of a glass and, avoiding her mother's skeptical glare, sheevaded Frank's wounded glance.Someday she would tell him about her dream, she thought, and hewould unclerstand. He would not be hurt or angry. But she hopedhe would grow up by himself and she woulcl not have to tell him ofall the pain and sorrow in the world that she had discovered in herdream.THE DEATH MASK OF JOHN KEATSRobert PettyWho could view them long, the sullen eyes,Their falcon brightness gone? The brief strainOf mortal rage the clay could not disguise.The mouth so tightly sealed by life's last pain.Wet clay pressed to dead clay,What else is there to say,But that a shell may house the ocean's roar,A falcon's skull reflect a greater heightOf sun and rushing air, and yet no moreShall either know it in its ancient flight.From Cains Cestius hill,Wings open still,To cross the written waters of the night.*

The Death Mask of John Keats

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