Quietly put out of rooms,
close the door.
Quiet. sweet. He did not remember,
Do not remember, what now.
Blizzard bury memory,
Forever shut the door.
Sweet in the eyes looked
look, bolt upright.
Listen, Star wind blows,
Listen, cloudy horses
Trample stellar limits
And biting at the bit…
And under the guise of - so peaceful
blossomed eyes.
Inevitably and calmly
I look down into her eyes.
13 January 1907
