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There on the sea sails wandered, And unconcerned by the heat Sycamores blossomed at leisure, Leaves for streets in December. The market sounds intermingled; On naked heights above Basalt and snow wove light Into rainbow prisms. A kiosk in the park by the seaside Stood empty and white and silent; The syllabled names of Georgian women Seemed to smell of grapes; …
Saw you walking barefoot taking a long look at the new moon’s eyelid later spread sleep-fallen, naked in your dark hair asleep but not oblivious of the unslept unsleeping elsewhere Tonight I think no poetry will serve Syntax of rendition: verb pilots the plane adverb modifies action verb force-feeds noun submerges the subject noun is choking verb disgraced goes on doing there are adjectives up for sale…