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Sorcier d'argent
Poems
Jul 2016
The Mannequin.
"I sing for the past; in hope to wail for the coming future."
He says.
What of the present?
I ask---
And what of the passing time?
The glass freezes; rends
and the raindrop---
The doorbell, and th' songbird;
The mannequin moves,
And stops to listen
To the roses and
the dandelions;
Promises and---
The ever lying
lilacs,
Then walks unturned,
To ignore; yet again
Steps'n turns unvain-
ly; the floor churned
And he was sold to the ever inconstant.
Laughter upon my lips,
Ere my ears it slips
along it falls,
And silence fell;
Always.
"Envy be me."
I thought.
"Pity be you."
I last heard.
The door closes;
The mannequin speaks.
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