(A Birthday Present) There... «Ariel»
no_land_man18 января 2016(A Birthday Present)
There is one thing I want today, and only you can give it to me.
It stands at my window, big as the sky. It breathes from my sheets, the cold dead center
Where split lives congeal and stiffen to history. Let it not come by the mail, finger by finger.
Let it not come by word of mouth, I should be sixty By the time the whole of it was delivered, and to numb to use it.
Only let down the veil, the veil, the veil. If it were death
I would admire the deep gravity of it, its timeless eyes. I would know you were serious.
There would be a nobility then, there would be a birthday. And the knife not carve, but enter
Pure and clean as the cry of a baby, And the universe slide from my side.
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