LET us go now, you and I,
While the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
While the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
1 comment:
hey lover. just checking up on youu. i'm boreddddd :( and i'm going to cook and hopefully not blow up the kitchen. xxx
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