Until Then --

words for the Grecian urn, the

shallow

remonstrance of a long night; these, the

delicate

underpinnings of the unsaid, will

they gather

until they glow, struck down

as

so many statutes undescribed? Can

you hold

her there in the darkness, this

girl

with sudden aspirations and acute

longings, She who

will remit

and succumb? -- (Have

we

begun to desist, to

stand

firm before the blows that knock

us down

in alleys and side streets, these

ghosts

unheard of in the natural world

who

come to us

fired by imagination and despair

lurching toward

our Embrace

with glowing Eyes and

intense

orchestrations?) -- Is

there

a World for you

to describe in

your circular

semblance of an idea, is

there

glory

for the victors and pain

for the vanquished? -- have

you seen her

there with bleeding palms,

the iron

stigmata of inchoate

union?

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