Images

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Like a gondola of green scented fruits

Drifting along the dank canals of Venice,

You, O exquisite one,

Have entered into my desolate city.

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II

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The blue smoke leaps

Like swirling clouds of birds vanishing.

So my love leaps forth toward you,

Vanishes and is renewed.

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A rose-yellow moon in a pale sky

When the sunset is faint vermilion

In the mist among the tree-boughs

Art thou to me, my beloved.

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Richard Aldington | "Images".
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