Friday, March 11, 2016

Alone





Alone

(Zurich,1916)





The moon's greygolden meshes make



All night a veil,



The shorelamps in the sleeping lake



Laburnum tendrils trail.







The sly reeds whisper to the night



A name— her name—



And all my soul is a delight,



A swoon of shame.



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