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2004-11-03 | | Submited by Lory Cristea
I'm stuck here ... and the slush drips, water, mud ...
To know nothing again, there'd be one method -
A gas lamp's in the throes, it's there, it's not there, -
An alcoholic crosses the dismal square.
Soaked in the heavy dampness the town sleeps.
Between these walls she too sleeps, perhaps, -
Houses of iron in brick houses,
And the heavy doors close.
Upstairs the quiet humming of a piano;
Struck like a gloomy sack in the clouds, my shadow -
It's snowing slops,
From a window, in a vase,
A yellow rose looks down..
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