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You are as restless as a startled leafTossed in a gale.Yet you have peace,When the wind drops you,Deep as a deep well, where leaning starsStoop to another sky.
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Your mind is like a road in some far countryWhere soft-footed dreams,Past mounts in shrines and thundering waterfalls,Through harsh bright cities, by abandoned tombs,Pace without destination or regret.Yet they are quick and subtle too,Being tutored by your thoughts.They love to scare the dusk with scarlet robes;And plunge, nude maidens, into the midnight river.
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The wall of fog at the pier's end,And the half-risen curtainAt the ballet,The tuning-up of the orchestra,And the harsh-throated brunt of revolt,You engrossed.An ironic observer,Or an amateur of sensation?
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And you, girl lover, how you spread your dreamsLike bloomy plums and pears and lucent grapesAt a fair.You are an urchin with awed eyes and astonished laughterTo whom the antiquated show is a bomb of delight.

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