Caroling Dusk/Advice
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ADVICE
You were a sophist,Pale and quite remote,As you bade meWrite poems—Brown poemsOf dark wordsAnd prehistoric rhythms . . .Your pallor stifled my poesyBut I remembered a tapestryThat I would some day weaveOf dim purples and fine reds And bluesLike night and death—The keen precision of your wordsWove a silver threadThrough the dusk softnessOf my dream-stuff. . . .