Shorter Poems

No matter what else in my papers
  is made to look you in the eyes
  to make you look, then speir again
until you look no more, but marvel,
  depend upon your judgement then,
  and not upon my skill of words,
to know I leave more of my ownself
  that makes me wonder, marvelling
  at my own eyes that put so much
of me within my skill of fingers
  that I am sore astonished now
  to find more me than I 'd jaloused
  I ever wrote of anyone.
T.S. Law

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