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when of your eyes one smile entirely brings downthe night in rain over the shy town of my mindwhen upon my heart lives the loud alive darknessand in my blood beating and beating with lovethe chuckling big night puzzles asquirm…
lookmy fingers,whichtouched youand your warmth and crisp littleness—see?do not resemble my fingers. My wrists hands which held carefully the soft silence of you(and your bodysmile eyes feet hands)are differentfrom what they were. My arms in which all…
Perfectly a year,we watched Together les enfants jumping and cry Prenez garde Monsieur c’est Le Diable and.punch jerk bonnes giggled-background slope,Erect ..under grEEnoftrees;shadowily sof tness mon…
Paris,thou art notmerely these streets trees silencetwilight,nor even this single star jottingnothing busily upon the green edges of evening;nor the faces which sit and drink on the boulevards, laughingwhich converse smoke smile,thou artnot only a million little ladies fluttering merely…
them which despairdo we despise,being seatedin the cave’s oblong darknesshaving commanded our minute glassesof colourless fire.Nothing is better than thisexcept which has not happened,thencei bid you(as very deeply you near the gates ofHell)cast like Euridyce one brief look behindyourself.Voila Monsieur…
long ago,between a dream and a dream (when monsieur matal directed la reine blancheopposite cluny’s gladly miraculous mostvierge et l’enfant)someone was morethanalivewith love; with love:with love—love of whom?love:paris;la france,une fille and at least (while every night was a day and…
taxis toot whirl people moving perhaps laugh into the slowly millions and finally O it is spring since at all windows microscopic birds sing fiercely two ragged men and a filthiest woman busily are mending three wholly broken somehowbowls…
in front of the cathedral hovered a mumbling nobody:its greenish fumblingflesh swathed with crumbling alive rags,its trunk topped abruptly by aslouch hat under which carefully existed the deep filthy face and out ofwhich sprouted wisely a decayed yellowish width of…
Whereupon i seize a train and suddenly i am in Paris toward night,in Mai.Along the river trees are letting go scarcely and silently wisps,parcelsof incense,which drop floatingly through a vista of talking moving people;timidly which caress hats and shoulders,wrists and…
Lady i pray to what is unimaginable, to your smile which will not even…