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This one was put in a jacket, This one was sent home, This one was given bread and meat But would eat none, And this one cried No No No No All day long. (Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Counting the Mad (l. 1-6). . . Norton Introduction to Poetry, The. J. Paul Hunter, ed. (3d ed., 1986) W. W. Norton & Company.)
The artist will have had his revenge for being made to wait, A revenge not only necessary but right and clever? Simply to leave him out of the scene forever. (Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Anonymous Drawing (l. 20-22). . . New Poets of England and America; Second Selection. Donald Hall and Robert Pack, eds. (1962) Meridian Books.)
We have climbed the mountain, There's nothing more to do. It is terrible to come down To the valley Where, amidst many flowers, One thinks of snow, (Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Sestina: Here in Katmandu (l. 1-6). . . Contemporary American Poets, The; American Poetry since 1940. Mary Strand, ed. (1969) World Publishing Company.)
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt As if it somehow were the thing disgraced, For being there, on the floor, in the dirt, (Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. In Bertram's Garden (l. 1-3). . . Voice That Is Great wtihin Us, The; American Poetry of the Twentieth Century. Hayden Carruth, ed. (1970) Bantam Books.)
Soon the purple dark must bruise Lily and bleeding-heart and rose, And the little Cupid lose Eyes and ears and chin and nose, (Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. In Bertram's Garden (l. 13-16). . . Voice That Is Great wtihin Us, The; American Poetry of the Twentieth Century. Hayden Carruth, ed. (1970) Bantam Books.)
Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to. (Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Men at Forty (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)
the face of that father, Still warm with the mystery of lather. They are more fathers than sons themselves now. Something is filling them, something That is like the twilight sound Of the crickets, immense, (Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Men at Forty (l. 13-18). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)
