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dark poetry

under dusky laurel leaf
they ask me where i've been
beside a stricken field
she burst fierce wine
made up of loveliness alone
the pale day drowses on the western steep
gaily through the fields we danced
city that is not a city
beautiful
my mother taught me that every night
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies


 



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