'Already the maple leaves'


Already the maple leaves
Cover the swans' pool,
And the blood-stained arms
Of late-ripening rowan.

And, dazzlingly slender,
Crossed legs impervious to cold,
She sits on a northern stone,
And gazes at the road.

Ifelt a vague fear,
In front of this famous girl.
Rays of thinning light
Playing over her shoulders.

And how could I forgive her
Your delight, your enamoured praiseā€¦
Look there, elegantly naked,
It's a joy to her to be sad.


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