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Bob Perelman
Dear sirs,
I have taken the veil,
and am looking for grief.
tears
tears
Who knows?
Perhaps the cloudless night
is a veil of dull black silk
set with small white diamonds
and one yellow pearl
to cover the face
of the infinite
from the vulgar gaze of man.
Life flings weariness over me
Like a thick grey veil; I see
Through its mesh where suns are cold,
Nights are ancient and dawns are old.
Now at last with glamour gone
I can see the naked dawn;
Gauge the hollow depths of noon,
Coolly question star and moon.
And where fired sunsets pale
I, who wear life's grey veil,
Shall not marvel, shall not care.
No light of earth's however fair.
Robbed of the sting of its surprise,
Can delude my sober eyes.
When the wind blows her veil
And uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind blows her veil
From the woes I bewail
Of love and hereafter:
When the wind blows her veil
I cease, I turn pale.