Rows of books around me stand,
Fence me in on either hand;
Through that forest of dead words
I would hunt the living birds -
So I write these lines for you
Who have felt the death-wish too,
All the wires are cut, my friends
Live beyond the severed ends.
Epilogue
Louis Macneice
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Poem topics: death, write, stand, fence, live, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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