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Larger context for LACK in Corpus USbrown_UKbncw/UK_bncw.txt


You'd lived as if your time was infinite: You were not ready and not reconciled, Feeling as uncompleted as a child Till you had shown the world what you could do In some ambitious role to be worked through, A role your need for it had half-defined, But never wholly, even in your mind.
You lacked the necessary ruthlessness, The soaring meanness that pinpoints success.
  We loved that lack of self-love, and your smile, Rueful, at your own silliness.  
Meanwhile, Your lungs collapsed, and the machine, unstrained, Did all your breathing now.
Nothing remained B Terminal The eight years difference in age seems now Disparity so wide between the two That when I see the man who armoured stood Resistant to all help however good Now helped through day itself, eased into chairs, Or else led step by step down the long stairs With firm and gentle guidance by his friend, Who loves him, through each effort to descend, Each wavering, each attempt made to complete An arc of movement and bring down the feet As if with that spare strength he used to enjoy, I think of Oedipus, old, led by a boy.
Still Life I shall not soon forget The greyish-yellow skin To which the face had set: Lids tight: nothing of his, No tremor from within, Played on the surfaces.