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by Peter Davison

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Also by Peter Davison:
You (2000)
Best Friend (2000)
These Days (2000)
Falling Water (1998)
No Escape (1997)
On Mount Timpanagos, 1935 (1997)
Like No Other (1997)
"I Hardly Dream of Anyone Who Is Still Alive" (1995)
The Unfrocked Governess (1994)
The Passing of Thistle (1989)
The Obituary Writer (1974)
Gifts (1965)

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I hear a child inside,
Crying to be let out.

"No," shouts the swaggering Self,
"Mind shall destroy all doubt.
Out with all doubt I say!
Stifle that treacherous word!
I have high deeds to do
Twirling my deathly sword."

Mind's on his mettle now,
Deft at his surgical art,
Stunning my pain with pain,
Drowning the infant heart.

Copyright © 1958 by Peter Davison. All rights reserved. As published in The Poems of Peter Davison (Knopf, 1995).
Originally published in The Atlantic Monthly, February 1958.

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