This afternoon, a dead cloudRead the rest here.
backed out of your dressing-room.
For how long
have you been avoiding the earth?
Night has no other definition of radiance.
A tin ear had a vision
under the shelter of the porte-cochere,
and the street, bright-eyed and solemn,
finally reached the rapturous distortion
of nine o'clock...
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