Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
Damned universal cock, as if the sun
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The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
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There is a great river this side of Stygia
Before one comes to the first black cataracts
And trees that lack the intelligence of trees.
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I
An old man sits
In the shadow of a pine tree
In China.
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I
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
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Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill;
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A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
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The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
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My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the huge night converged upon it,
Until the wind blew.
The beams of the huge night
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The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
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