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She answers
I am afraid to open my eyes.
With them closed
I see forests pillared like the streets
Of ancient Antioch.
I see mountains
Transparent in the evening sun
As the yellow sarong of an Indian princess.
I am afraid to open my eyes.
With them closed
I see forests pillared like the streets
Of ancient Antioch.
I see mountains
Transparent in the evening sun
As the yellow sarong of an Indian princess.
I know secrets so delicate,
They would shatter beneath gossamer.
There is forgotten fragrance in my nostrils.
Weighty and vivid music sags above me.
Can you hear it?
I feel distances without horizon,
And depths so great
That they are heights.
They would shatter beneath gossamer.
There is forgotten fragrance in my nostrils.
Weighty and vivid music sags above me.
Can you hear it?
I feel distances without horizon,
And depths so great
That they are heights.
He speaks
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
She answers
Would life still be
Resounding days of singing columns,
Tall nights of wistful towers?
And would the sweet, immeasurable earth
Chant beneath my feet?
Could I still sleep beside the moon
And wake to silence coming like a flock of swans
Upon my consciousness?
Would life still be
Resounding days of singing columns,
Tall nights of wistful towers?
And would the sweet, immeasurable earth
Chant beneath my feet?
Could I still sleep beside the moon
And wake to silence coming like a flock of swans
Upon my consciousness?
If I should . . . open my eyes?
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