You wear your hair in a fine plait Poem by Karel van de Woestijne
You wear your hair in a fine plait
You wear your hair in a fine plait
all down your nether limbs ...
- It is indeed a dismal day
of wavering and weeping.
It is a long, long evening of
disquiet and disapproval.
It is as though the day can't die,
as though no night can darken ...
- You walk on past my unlit house,
free of longing and erect;
I guess at your thin naked thigh;
I see your long dark plait.
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