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- :::::The Black Swan
Black on flat water past the jonquil lawns
::Riding, the black swan draws
A private chaos warbling in its wake,
Assuming, like a fourth dimension, splendor
That calls the child with white ideas of swans
::Nearer to that green lake
:Where every paradox means wonder. (en)
- But you were everywhere beside me, masked,
As who was not, in laughter, pain, and love. (en)
- :::: Cupid
You are one wild boy
For Time to tame, or me to,
Hand in glove with him. (en)
- from The Book of Ephraim:
Maya departs for city, cat, and lover.
The days grow shorter. Summer's over.
We take long walks among the flying leaves
And ponder turnings taken by our lives.
Look at each other closely, as friends will
On parting. This is not farewell,
Not now. Yet something in the sad
End-of-season light remains unsaid. (en)
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