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Poesie

Il est tragique, mais pas serieux.
AU.

Morte est la mere de la belle, Madame,
Et vous pouvez dormir dans les lits que vous fabriquez.

Quand j’etais une petite fille,
Je courais souvent dans la neige.
Et je pensais, souvent, le fin du monde
Viendrait ou je restais.

Le lessive et dormir
Le lessive et dormir
(and you leave your quotations uncited)
Le lessive et dormir
Le lessive et dormir
(and you’re starving the muse you invited)

Quand j’etais une femme nouvelle,
Je voyais a un portrait que je haissais.
Mais a peu du lait
Que je peux acheter,
Puis la chambre de les ombres je closais.

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Poem in High Society

There is no high-road

To the muses. -AU

I wish in front of others we could speak more clearly,

So, dear, you would know that I am laughing behind my serious expression too noble and true.

You do lose much of my meaning, seemingly because we must justly tip and sip our glasses

While boredom attacks our shackled brains. (Stains on reputations are horrid things to gain.)

Ways you cover for me: you smile not so sincerely, nearly as if you believe the lie

But your eyes are laughing because deep down

They know the truth.

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