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Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats.

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.


AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me, (For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the  
 old, the incessant war?)
You degradations, you tussle with passions and appetites, You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest  
 of all!)
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses, You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of  
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis! Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come  
It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me, It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.

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