Our share of night to bear

Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards -- day!

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American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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