13inchesofboyd (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 13inchesofboyd) wrote,@ 2008-10-04 16:21:00 |
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Romances
I
Evening hesitates over the glade:
this is the time of darkening indigo, and early stars.
Night will pass softly, and we'll meet morning's dew.
II
Snowfall coaxes the landscape toward white oblivion.
Let it never stop: our poems will be about nothing but us.
III
A white petal falls among raindrops;
not one has touched her yet.
IV
The haunt of light enchantment
and also enchantments of light:
A gilded valley with a shy girl in one corner.
V
Our passions move like a mantis on a branch:
in sudden jerks, unexpected after much stillness.
I
Evening hesitates over the glade:
this is the time of darkening indigo, and early stars.
Night will pass softly, and we'll meet morning's dew.
II
Snowfall coaxes the landscape toward white oblivion.
Let it never stop: our poems will be about nothing but us.
III
A white petal falls among raindrops;
not one has touched her yet.
IV
The haunt of light enchantment
and also enchantments of light:
A gilded valley with a shy girl in one corner.
V
Our passions move like a mantis on a branch:
in sudden jerks, unexpected after much stillness.
