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The tulips have gone over, Here and there, their bloomless stalks Are like decapitated Corpses in some religious Foreign state. The Mayflower Is in bloom like a splendid Bride, white blossoms, and hidden Branches, where many birds hide, Whose beautiful songs echo The countryside, a chorus Of angels in paradise. In the house, curtains are drawn, In the bedroom, a woman Lies strangled over her bed, A red cord about her neck; Her blue eyes staring lifeless At the pink flowered curtains, Which seem faded in the sun.
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Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 4:24 PM UTC
HAVE GONE OVER.
The tulips have gone over, Here and there, their bloomless stalks Are like decapitated Corpses in some religious Foreign state. The Mayflower Is in bloom like a splendid Bride, white blossoms, and hidden Branches, where many birds hide, Whose beautiful songs echo The countryside, a chorus Of angels in paradise. In the house, curtains are drawn, In the bedroom, a woman Lies strangled over her bed, A red cord about her neck; Her blue eyes staring lifeless At the pink flowered curtains, Which seem faded in the sun.
terry-collett
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terry-collett
English
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 4:24 PM UTC
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