Gerard Labruine Poems

I am the dark one, -the widower; -the unconsoled,
The prince of Aquitaine at his stricken tower:
My sole star is dead, -and my constellated lute
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There is a melody for which I would surrender
All Rossini, all Mozart, all Weber,
An ancient, langorous, funereal tune,
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So you alone are blessed with thought, free-thinking man,
In a world where life bursts forth from everything?
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Do you know, Daphne, of this old romance
Under the sycomore . .. or white laurel branch,
Under the weeping willow or the olive tree,
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