In a few years no one will remember the buffo,
No one will remember the trivial parts of me,
The comic detail will be absent.
As for you, you will rot in the earth,
And it is doubtful if even your manure will be rich
enough
To keep grass
Over your grave.
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O chansons foregoing
When you came out in the magazinesYou created considerable stir in Chicago,And now you are stale and worn out,You’re a very depleted fashion,A hoop-skirt, a calash,An homely, transient antiquity.Only emotion remains.Your emotions?Are those of a maitre-de-cafe.
I have tried to write Paradise
Let the wind speakthat is paradise.Let the Gods forgive what Ihave madeLet those I love try to forgivewhat I have made.
I
Theodorus will be pleased at my death,And .someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodoras,And yet everyone speaks evil of death.IIThis place is the Cyprian’s for she has ever the fancyTo be looking out across the bright sea,Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the wavesKeep small with reverence, beholding her image.AnyteIIIA sad and…