I Would Not Think to Touch the Sky
For we, daring in our youth, among mortals,
lay down our limbs to gain the harbor.
Waiting, in dripping pain, to fight for
what country seduces our wits.
Our eyes
on the Black Sleep of night,
alone I lie, moon has set, the hour goes by-
I can tell tales of the unexpected, yes, of many beautiful things.
Lady Dawn, flesh by now old age,
takes up the Lyre, sings to us, trembling,
"Me you have forgotten.
Dream of black, and I will go,
with arms of roses, to the ends of the earth:
for I swear, I did not want to give you pain."
fragments
used found in poems (chronologically as found in poem): 52, 24a, 24c,
23, 46, 20, 19, 37, 60, 57, 151, 157, 22, 24d, 94, 95, 113, 120, 168b,
4, 18, 16, 21, 63, 70, 58, 67, 3.
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