(Verlaine)
Last night I
drifted down to the docks
The water...
glittering and black.
The snow fell lightly
and disappeared.
I felt the old ropes grow
slack.
I thought I'd dissolve when the
beacon revolved.
I just get so carried
away.
Once I had a ship, yes I had a map
I had the wind like a tree has sap
I sank
into these banks of clay
I get carried
Those rooms were freezing and always dark but
where we were never mattered
Your head was
golden
There was lightning in your arms and
then the glass shattered.
It was noon at
midnite.
The day that never ends -
The lamp it whispers and makes amends -
everything was more than I took it for.
I
got carried away.
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