That Strange Resolve

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[Image: page 13 of “Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte. Most of the text has been blacked out. The remainder reads:

I resisted the new strength
of myself,
that strange resolve

shame! How is he my master?

my impulse
must break

she loosened her folded arms,
dark and incredulous

She never did so before]

[this is an erasure poem, and this is what that is]

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