Sunset

sun inside your blouse
when you standing in front of sunset

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Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west – sun there half of hour high –
I see you also face to face.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross , returning home,, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shell cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, that you might suppose.

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The impalpable sustenance of me from...

The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault,
This afternoon dies slowly forever,
The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue,
Another episode of this life’s masquerade
Comes to an end…
The curtain falls…
And beauteous Agnes Adoma,
The prima donna of the opera house,
A-shining in the luster of her fame,
Leaves her beloved stage to the ovation
Of the spectators.
Her eyes! Her gorgeous green eyes!
They shine, like emeralds in the midday fire of heaven!
Her skin is white, like a snow of the...

I haven't returned
From my past
Like from the barren garden,
Submerging into
Wetness of leaffall.

Escaped the dark sunsets
Seeing the threads of new sunrise
Still, my leaffall
Lives in the past.

Falling sick with the sudden worry
I'm sadden with the look of Autum.
Waked away by a forgotten road
Keeping no offense in my soul.

To the past,
To the fog of forlorn,
I would turn the blind eye,
Rising in front of
Havenly candles.