Thursday, May 19, 2011

Melancholy And Mystery Of A Street (de Chirico)


The young girl rolls her barrel stave,
Hair a banner in stiff wind.
Without even looking at her wand,
She teaches her world to behave.
Not all shadows are slanted the same.
Due to the sunlight or the dusk?
There is nothing sadder than old lust,
More terrible than a child shamed.
The stranger waits, a fist clenched.
All perspective has been wrenched.
He hasn't even seen her yet.
Not time, but light has been suspended.
They are only shadows that will never meet.
Nothing goes on, nothing has ended.

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