I am but a leaf
Clinging to the tree of life
In the world’s garden.
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Last night I saw you,
A dream rose and I your stem;
Showing you the sun.
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They tear at my heart—
The days that knew no desire.
For they were wasted.
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Night shadows woo me.
I cling to the crescent moon
Like the evening star.
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The moon—ah the moon
Draped in the velvet of night
Brocaded with stars.
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Do not bring lanterns
I say, “Darkness is supreme
Delight beyond words.”
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Drops of silver blood
Are falling from the sky’s heart.
All the world has woe.
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O night of Shadows
Seal my lips with your magic
Of silent beauty!
From Black Opals 1, No. 2 (Christmas 1927). This poem is in the public domain.