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No Other Memory
Running–Runaway storm faraway backwards–
Beyond the dunes the sun seemed shining–
Earnest, neat palm-trees–white mild shaking,
the tents–the lake–for the children.
After supper she showed him starry forms–
Breath of the sky–quiet conversation of waters–It was
night when she led him by the hand to the tent–
She made him sit–Naked, white, in darkness,
embraced–Even death in their arms.
Wind stirring sand curtains hanging from heavens–
like pillars–«Eyelids of mine»–«I shall wish to be
coarse when they will look at me and come
Cold reality of dream–turn
back.
Beyond the dunes the sun seemed shining–
Earnest, neat palm-trees–white mild shaking,
the tents–the lake–for the children.
After supper she showed him starry forms–
Breath of the sky–quiet conversation of waters–It was
night when she led him by the hand to the tent–
She made him sit–Naked, white, in darkness,
embraced–Even death in their arms.
Wind stirring sand curtains hanging from heavens–
like pillars–«Eyelids of mine»–«I shall wish to be
coarse when they will look at me and come