FOUR
XVII
how this uncouth enchanted
person, arising from a
restaurant, looks breathes or moves
—climbing (past light after
light)to turn, disappears
the very swift and
invisibly living
rhythm of your Heart possibly
will understand;
or why (in
this most exquisite of cities all
of the long night a fragile imitation of
(perhaps)myself carefully wanders
streets dark and, deep
with rain. . . .
(he, slightly whom or
cautiously this person
and this imitation resemble,
descends into the earth with the year
a cigarette between his ghost-lips
gradually)
remembering badly, softly
your
kissed thrice suddenly smile
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