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Francis W L Adams
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Francis W L Adams, 1862-1893
English poet; a life of grinding poverty drove him to suicide
Aloll in the warm clear water,On her back with langurous limbs She lies. The baby upon her breast Paddles and falls and swims. With half-closed eyes she smiles, Guarding it with her hands; And the sob swells up in my heart - In my heart that understands. Dear, in the English country, The hatefullest land on earth, The mothers are starved and the children die And death is better than birth!
To the "Christians"
Take, then, your paltry Christ,Your gentleman God. We want the carpenter's son, With his saw and hod. We want the man who loved The poor and the oppressed Who hated the Rich man and King And the Scribe and the Priest. We want the Galilean Who knew cross and rod. It's your "good taste" that prefers A bastard "God!"
Francis W L Adams
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