They are the last romantics, these candles; Upside down hearts of light tipping wax fingers, And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes, Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints. It is touching, the way they'll ignore
A whole family of prominent objects Simply to plumb the deeps of an eye In its hollow of shadows, its fringe of reeds, And the owner past thirty, no beauty at all. Daylight would be more judicious,
6 comments:
Humpf, I did miss this yesterday -- very cooooool. Like it. But seems like two hares ;-)
mmm ... you want your titles literal, eh?
naaa ... ;-)
btw the German tradition makes this a hare and a hedgehog
Sorry ... I guess my tradition comes from Disney ...
hmm ... am sorry too ... just learned that this is truly a German tale .... didn't want to sound patronizing :-(
Not in the least. Really. No offence noticed. Nearly all the very good concepts were European before the global society dumbed them down.
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