People clean their homes before the feast.
Stepping from the bustle of the street
I go down before Thee on my knees
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With shirt wide open at the collar,
Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands;
Our conscience, dreams, the night and love,
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As soon as night descends, we meet.
Remorse my memories releases.
The demons of the past compete,
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Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing.
Level with me, and my candle,
a flowering world is hanging.
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The night proceeds and dwindling
Prepares the day's rebirth.
An airman is ascending
Above the sleeping earth.
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Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax
Your last strength, and your heart do not torture.
You're alive, you're inside me, intact,
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Outside the snowstorm spins, and hides
The world beneath a pall.
Snowed under are the paper-girl,
The papers and the stall.
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Blurred by a lilac heat, the meadows:
in the wood, cathedral shadows swirled.
What on earth was left for them to kiss? So
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Snow is falling: snow is falling.
Geranium flowers reach
for the blizzard’s small white stars
past the window’s edge.
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My dear railway station, my treasure
Of meetings and partings, my friend
In times of hard trials and pleasure,
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