Monday, July 11, 2016

a duino, i.

"
the youth is drawn farther on; perhaps he's fallen in love
with a young lament... he pursues her, enters meadowland. she says:
"it's a long way. we live out there..."
                            where? and the youth follows.
something in her bearing stirs him. her shoulders, neck-,
perhaps she's of noble descent. still, he leaves her, turns around,
glances back, waves... what's the use? she's a lament.
"