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Tired And Unhappy, You Think Of Houses

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Tired and unhappy, you think of houses
Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening,
While snow's white pieces fall past the window,
And the orange firelight leaps.
A young girl sings
That song of Gluck where Orpheus pleads with Death;
Her elders watch, nodding their happiness
To see time fresh again in her self-conscious eyes:
The servants bring in the coffee, the children go to bed,
Elder and younger yawn and go to bed,

The coals fade and glow, rose and ashen,
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Gur Liraz 27 June 2008

'Anger exact as a machine' Well, that's one to remember. Beautifully writen! !

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