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“O the evening, the one gone into the dark villages of childhood.
O the forest, softly lowering its brown eyes
From the slim lovely hand of the abandoned.
The purple of better days begins fading away.
O the nearness of death. Let us pray.
In this night, the delicate limbs of lovers,
Yellowed by incense, dissolve on warm pillows.” I really enjoyed reading these cozy, dreamy, and melancholic autumn poems..

Introduction - Chronology

The old man's wife dances in blue slime and mist,
Her dirt-stiffened hair matted with black tears.
Boys dream incoherently in the barren strands of willows,
Their foreheads bald and raw with leprosy.

A mild evening sinks through the bay window.
A saint steps out from his black painted wounds.
Purple snails crawl out of broken shells
And spout blood in rigid gray winding thorns.

In the red foliage filled with guitars
Yellow hair of girls drifts
Over the fence where sunflowers grow.
A golden chariot travels through the clouds.

The old grow silent
In brown shadows, and timidly embrace each other.
Orphans sweetly sing the Vespers.
Files buzz in the yellow mist.

Rotting fruit falls from branches;
The flight of birds is unspeakable, an encounter
With the dying. Year after darkening year.

Shuddering under the autumn stars,
Each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

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