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how blurry i see thee with dry eyes
how an ecstacy from a ray of thou shines
so bright it blinds me from mine cries
how dark, how dim thy be
I peeled back my face
with museum lighting—
pinned each expression
like a rare moth:
grief with violet wings,
lust still twitching.
Hello, my friend. Don't be silent - write.
When you shouldn't even - take it, listen.
I'm afraid you've forgotten all our conversations,
And I'm afraid there is no human left in you.
I wait and remain silent, like an elephant on the balcony,
As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away, —
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.
A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.
You are very idle, my songs,
I fear you will come to a bad end.
You stand about the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-stops,
You do next to nothing at all.
You do not even express our inner nobilitys,
You will come to a very bad end.
A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown’
with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand,
And when a good child goes to bed
She waves her wand from right to left
And makes a circle round her head,