A bunch of short verses - страница 2
We wanna cuddle up together – lone…
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In vain cursed-gypsy woman came
Through tangled art her spells away
My truthful friends are breeze and blue
But they forbid them go through
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These ancient deeds completely stuck in you
Yet vicious mind – such beauty with affection
The swollen buds in every spring
Thine brilliant sun in lust vertigo…
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The past away – into the nothingness directly
We’ll go for a stroll at dawn
Yet breeze is gone away forever
As if the snowdrops in children’s dream
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Excessively handsome and so much beauty
And I hide tears from the light
You’ve been forgotten in the days of yore
Me gimcrack sepulture forsaken
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To Prague with you I’ll walk on foot
Left all – we shall be lucky beggars
To feed each other every meal
Look at the stars together…pleasure
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I don’t speak French inside night dream
Thru depth of darkness in the land of Nod
Blue roses live – without any thorn
A host of shamrocks only at my feet
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One of the handwritten pages of this collection of verses. The initial version.
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Not see me at all through vertigo dancing
Thy thoughts are floating thru storm
But both of us are naughty-frenzied gale
I wander as breeze like lovely reverie
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No passing when it’s raining for so long
The lone path is going on and on
Through wild mind – via vicious temper
I doubt that you very wistful man…
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As long as light in you – without way
I try endure being far away from you
Such miserable hope – I see you
But yet I am I am with you…
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Outwardly I am calm and wild and strange
Pro tempore yet indwelling in our lives
I wanna save the vital spark myself
At once they see ignes fatui dancing
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None so cute as you amongst ashes
To whom…thou blowest smoke rings
From now on I always thank so muchly
But deadly time bid both of us – adieu
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Meanwhile I am stately strolling into…
Lethargy of thought – so many simple joys
I shall be striding over trees and fields
And always get inhale and exhale much
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Onward into the dream to land of Nod
And every night I want to walk abroad
Beneath the never-ending blue
He has been hibernating on with you
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By pristine law Thee heart – in Art
Cold kiss is colder than the icy air
In arms of Morpheus we’ll sleep again
My thoughts still wanton in the gale
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Yet must I fathom out…thee for myself
Insomuch that the sooth inside of me
And keep the deepest thoughts within