lundi 26 avril 2010

l'aveu


pardon my laborious essays
my canopes o'er closed gardens
the malentendus have gathered
to plead their ignorance

while i have flooded the world
a minor excuse for water
far from god's house i find
a rousing of red flowers

my acreages of harrowed thought
diatribes in search of revival
yet the malentendus have come
to pick the ripened fruit

baritones open their lips
they lift up the host and sing
while i wander these lonely hills
wistful and colorless

and there a yellow tulip springs
and there she dies too quickly
do not pick these posies, my friend
let them stay in the vale and live

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