For you
For you, my Monsignor,
Who
Have not been intoxicated
In work
Day after day
And at dawn, every new dawn
From the dawn till the fast night
When wanes red dusk
Wanes day's light
For a while, my Monsignor,
My unfateful and rote life
Adopt you
Stay still midnight
And still more
Think and write
Then all tired switch day's light.
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