I.
In all sight touch taste smell
I have known you.
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With what resonating mystery
Do strings sound through the gallery?
Eight strong hands with fingers wise
Did I watch with unwavering eyes.
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O delicate instrument of patience
That sews herself the seeds of life
Two by two behind her past.
Thou answers only with silence as
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O sweet envelopment of vine,
Warming me heavily with (wonder) damp
Lilacs and soft dew underneath my feet;
I am nakedly clothed by the rain from your bow
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To live
Is to dream
With Death as a lucidity.
No more will time make
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It was called red; it was
Beautiful.
Vehement softenings upon such
Strands of life did Her terms of endearment
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As existence is a tapestry
So have I begun
(And ended)
With colors of and of not
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Violins market themselves
To the illustrious depressive culture of
Irregular devils
And the staccato signals
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