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Why glimmer? Seize fire!
What has sunk? The sweet hour,
all havens, the corners -
gloom’s
in the folds!
The rose is broken,
I’m in
that fever.
Lead me to hyacinths,
let me run to seed.
What’s in your heart?
Glaciers, glaciers,
a strange,
cruel starvation,
the smallest storm.
What are your riches?
Puddles and thistles,
burst fruit,
such ashes,
wild as I wish.
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