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Shall I still wait here by the grassfor glimpsing once more at your limbs,or keep the way I came, which dimsfor new hopes you would repass?I do not wi..
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Through the garden gates, there gapes the viewOf poplars papering the pallid airWith the exhum'd light of the leaves-streak'd blue,that brings him wha..
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Sleepwalkinginvisible yet spawning by the myriads,they crawl already through the empty nooks,behind the grids of circumvented periodslaid to confine u..
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TOMORROWHow shall I wear the endless yearThat will have ended when I bearTheir stare tomorrow, awarea pending judgement will declarehow did the suits ..
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A butterfly I saw today,Whose trembling wings had sparked the greyThat seeped through the barren buildingFrom the toil to its dark spoils wielding.Del..
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There's a bouqúet of violets that burst a coronetof diodes mourning on the sidewalk curb. Their silhouettecapitulates the sleep that carpeted t..
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Softly trembling -like the
blood on the warm lips
That tastes still of the last
kiss
The lovers sealed on their
adieu, which drips
Be..
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1It is as clear as thought could ever makeThe dream that harbinger th'impossibleConceit that beauty is for beauty's sake.Amoral art, albeit desirable,..
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No torrent ever wearied any
word
While tempered by the torment
of its waves;
On sculptured rocks the tale
is still recurred
Of the se..
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I dreamt today of passing
next the graveyard where she lays,
And hearing chirping from the
goldcrests birds, that the barren rays
Of the bough..
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