def poetry

see, from this counterfeit of him
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
see i give myself to you
lo! 'tis a gala night
let me be sad
take my bracelets
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
wheel me down by the meadow
when i returned at sunset
sleep, gray brother of death
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
to be able to see every side of every question
earth travails