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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse :End the discussion, Richard goes out next day And gets a quarrel-bolt shot through his vizard, Pardons the bowman, dies.

Ends our discussion. Arnaut ends "In sacred odor"—(that's apochryphal!) And we can leave the talk till Dante writes: Surely I saw, and still before my eyes Goes on that headless trunk, that bears for light Its own head swinging, gripped by the dead hair, And like a swinging lamp that says, "Ah me! I severed men, my head and heart Ye see here severed, my life's counterpart."

Or take En Bertrans?

The stars fell from heaven. And always our two natures were in strife. Bewildering spring, and by the Auvezère Poppies and day's-eyes in the green émail Rose over us; and we knew all that stream, And our two horses had traced out the valleys;