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                                    My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
 That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks1 the head that, like a sleepy ghost, Leans on my mortal ruler, The proud spine2 spurning3 turn and twist. And these poor nerves so wired to the skull4 Ache on the lovelorn paper I hug to love with my unruly scrawl5 That utters all love hunger And tells the page the empty ill. My hero bares my side and sees his heart Tread; like a naked Venus, The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait; Stripping my loin of promise, He promises a secret heat. He holds the wire from this box of nerves Praising the mortal error Of birth and death, the two sad knaves6 of thieves, And the hunger's emperor; 点击  收听单词发音 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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