Autumnal Equinox
Why do you not sleep, Beloved?
It is so cold that the stars stand out of the sky
Like golden nails not driven home.
The fire crackles pleasantly,
And I sit here listening
For your regular breathing from the room above.
What keeps you awake, Beloved?
Is it the same nightmare that keeps me strained with listening
So that I cannot read?
It is so cold that the stars stand out of the sky
Like golden nails not driven home.
The fire crackles pleasantly,
And I sit here listening
For your regular breathing from the room above.
What keeps you awake, Beloved?
Is it the same nightmare that keeps me strained with listening
So that I cannot read?
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