It’s northerly here, and fall of this year,
I chose to be my girl-friend.
I’ve carried here the memory sure
Of my last rejecting a date –
The flame, so cold, so easy and pure,
Of my overcoming the fate.
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I haven’t locked the door,
You don’t know, don’t care,That tired I haven’t the strengthTo decide to go to bed.Seeing the fields fade inThe sunset murk of pine-needles,And to know all is lost,That life is a cursed hell:I’ve got drunkOn your voice in the doorway.I was sure you’d come back.
In human closeness there is a secret edge,
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When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,
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When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient,
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,When compared with the gentle piper’s tread?And she came in, threw out the mantle’s edges,Declined to me with a sincere heed.I say to her, ‘Did you dictate the PagesOf Hell to Dante?’ She answers, ‘Yes, I did.’
They didn’t meet me, roamed,
I entered quiet homeIn murky, pail moonlight.Under a lamp’s green halo,With smile of kept in rage,My friend said, ‘Cinderella,Your voice is very strange…’A cricket plays its fiddle;A fire-place grew black.Oh, someone took my littleWhite shoe as a keep-sake,And gave me three carnations,While casting dawn eyes -.My sins for accusations,You couldn’t be disguised.And heart hates to…