Some
nights such as these
in
Spring
the
crispest ones forebode
dramatic
scenes and
will
only be appeased
with
warm words, the genteel kind
unlike
those dark corridors linking
hollow
rooms to alternate realities
and
how easily
we
may be misplaced inside,
one
sees clearly-
Poetry
possessed the palace,
the
chorus charmed themselves
considering
changes
are
made in continuity,
contemplating,
contemplating,
harmonium
found itself
outside
sound and dancing
in
full color in the deepest
dark.
dark.
Painting by Henri Le Sidaner, 'Small table in evening dusk' c. 1921 [Public domain].
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