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The morning sun shows like a pillar
As on a faulty snap, it cannotMake out my features in the haze.The distant trees will hardly see meUntil the sun at last can breakOut of the fog, and flash triumphantUpon the meadows by the lake.A passer-by in mist recedingIs recognized when he has passed.You walk on hoarfrost-covered pathwaysAs though on mats of plaited bast.The…
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So aloof, so meek in your ways,
Only let me lock up your beautyDeep, deep down in a poem’s dungeon.See how wholly transformed they areBy the fire in the glowing lampshade;Edge of wall, edge of window-pane,Our own figures and our own shadows.There you sit on cushions, apart,Legs tucked under you, Turkish fashion.In the light or in the shadow,Childlike, always, the way you…