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A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—
A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect
The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—
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Comments2"Just finished "A still—Volcano—Life". A remarkable poem! Can anyone shed light on the symbolism I might have missed?"
This poem, Emily probably is talking abt Sue Gilbert
but i´m not sure...