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A MEMORY

Through the rhythm of your steps and through the vaporous quivier of your sounds,
(Wherein slumber forgotten words) before me now flares to glowing heat,
That one day’s smouldering sunset, and in a verdure of light rebounds
And overcomes me with its clouds of sweet scent and languorous warmth’s deceit.

For years, that sweet scent ripened within me. And as I now inhale,
A question long thought dead and speechless, rises in smoke from its decay,
Like the sweetness of a thought, that melted too late with life’s destructive gale,
Like the burning oil of fully ripened olives . . . Over my dreams’ furrowed way,

I sail at night with the song of waves that dash beneath my meter’s oars,
I am carried away beneath the celestial map’s outspread, starry wings,
And I feel in the winds that blow from desolate island shores,
The peace of cypress blossoms, of soft, warm shadows and glowing Springs.

WHITE GLOW OF LIGHT . . .

A white glow of light you poured into my soul’s lamp
’Til in an agony of red it bled into the dark.
I walked in thought, beneath the day’s ceiling cold and damp
As in the dreaded melancholies of a darkened park,

Where on the frescoed walls, the twilight’s billows fall
And long forgotten legends gaze through the darkened frames
Like windows that open onto the centuries’ mystic hall
And gaze on the darkened horizon of Mysteries without names . . .

Yon in the smoking distance, where roll the fogs of grey
Above the rooftops of palaces and over the boulevards’ flight,
Victorious life tosses and bubbles o’er with a maddening play
In the bizzare foams of Passions and longing and might . . .

As women’s fiery looks rain with sparks into the bodily desires
The burned out strengths of nerves beneath the skull decay,
And the joys and fears and sorrows in countless illusory fires,
Upon the taut stretched strings of The Secret, quiver away.

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