Here coming is the time when on its stem will blow
Each flower, like a censer, now evaporating.
The sounds and the perfumes turn in the air of evening,
A melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
Each flower, like a censer, now evaporating,
The violin is quivering like a heart in woe,
A melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
The sky is sad and lovely, like a great repose.
The violin is quivering like a heart in woe,
A tender heart, which hates vast, black oblivion!
The sky is sad and lovely, like a great repose.
The sun is drowned in its own blood which thickens.
A tender heart which hates vast, black oblivion
Collects all vestiges from bygone luminance!
The sun is drowned in its own blood which thickens…
Your remembrance shone within me like a monstrance!
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/v7/featured-poetry/jennifer-reeser/murderess?s=09de24faca80fbb16abd5ea322b651b2
[2] https://www.ablemuse.com/v7/bio/john-milbury-steen?s=09de24faca80fbb16abd5ea322b651b2