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DreamyJack Spicer

Narcissus

Child, How you keep falling into rivers. At the bottom there's a rose And in the rose there's another river. Look at that bird. Look That yellow bird. My eyes have fallen down Into the water. My God, How they're slipping! Youngster! —— And I'm in the rose myself. When I was lost in water I Understood but won't tell you.
DreamyJack Spicer

Ballad of Sleeping Somewhere Else

The pine needles fall Like an ax in the forest. Can you hear them crumble There where we are sleeping? The windows are close to the wall Here in the darkness they remain open. (When I saw you in the morning My arms were full of paper.) Five hundred miles away The moon is a hatchet of silver. (When I saw you in the morning My eyes were full of paper.) Here the walls are firm They do not crumble and remain certain. (When I saw you in the morning My heart was full of paper.)
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He Died at Sunrise

Night of four moons And a single tree, With a single shadow And a single bird. I look into my body for The tracks of your lips. A stream kisses into the wind Without touch. I carry the No you gave me Clenched in my palm Like something made of wax An almost-white lemon. Night of four moons And a single tree At the point of a needle Is my love, spinning.
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Verlaine

A song Which I shall never sing Has fallen asleep on my lips. A song Which I shall never sing-- Above the honeysuckle There's a firefly And the moon stings With a ray into the water-- At that time I'll imagine The song Which I shall never sing. A song full of lips And far-off washes A song full of lost Hours in the shadow
DreamyJack Spicer

The Little Halfwit

I said, "Afternoon" But it wasn't there. The afternoon was another thing Which had gone someplace. (And the light shrugged its shoulders Like a little girl. "Afternoon" But this is useless, This is untrue, this has to it Half a moon of lead. The other Will never get here. (And the light that everyone sees Played at being a statue.) The other one was tiny And ate pomegranates. This one is big and green and I'm not able To grab her in my arms or dress her.

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