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That's how I was. Somebody found my chrysalis And shut it in a match-box. I've seen people put My shrivelled wings were beaten, A chrysalis in a match-box, To see, they told me, "what sort of moth would come." Shed their colours in dusty scales Before the box was opened But when it broke its shell For the moth to fly. It slipped and stumbled and fell about its prison And tried to climb to the light For space to dry its wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON IMAGES: 3 by RICHARD ALDINGTON IMAGES: 4 by RICHARD ALDINGTON IMAGES: 5 by RICHARD ALDINGTON IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON |
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