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Farewell
to (Your) Arms
For you I would
walk
foreign streets at night:
For you I will have no fear,
show no tears, over you
I exercise no right.
...
your mermaid’s smile
in a field of stars,
Your face dusted with freckles
in the Ultraviolet light...
These days the clouds
are by Vermeer,
Rays of grey light fall
like autumn leaves
In between rows
of trees.
The land is a bowl,
I wash my face in its water,
Once, your small unique body:
now, no longer here.
Not even those nights
I lay beside it,
falling out of love. |
For you I sit up late
in foreign rooms,
shadow boxing,
Because of you
the days fly.
and I am making basic adjustments
that you always made for me.
If I had you here,
I would wrap you in guilt,
croon you into the sleep of the just
make you bacon and eggs
when you woke.
The broken glass in my chest
tinkles when I walk,
Trams squeal and crash,
inches from my face,
like carved mountains of smoke.
One more step
and I'll also be gone,
and have no way to say
How much I am missing you
in a song. |
