Friday, March 26, 2010


the light of our cigarettes
went and came in the gloom:
it was dark in the little room.

dark, and then, in the dark,
sudden, a flash, a glow,
and a hand and a ring i know.

and then, through the dark, a flush
ruddy and vague, the grace
(a rose!) of her lyric face

- Arthur Symons

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