How is it that I am now so softly awakened, My leaves shaken down with music? Darling, I love you. It is not your mouth, for I have known mouths before, Though your mouth is more alive than roses,...
Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as if through enchanted seas, Footsteps passing, an infinite distance away,...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest your palms upon them, stare at the crystal, And think of time . . . My father was a clown,...