Rouge Et Noir

Soul, wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have won an all.
Angels' breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.

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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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