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david cort - give all to love - from the poetry and the journals كلمات أغنية

daughters of time, the hypocritic days
m_ffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes
and marching single in an endless file
bring diadems and f_gots in their hands
to each they offer gifts after his will
bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all
i, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp
forgot my morning wishes, hastily
took a few herbs and apples, and the day
turned and departed silent. i, too late
under her solemn fillet saw the scorn

i finish this morning transcribing my old essay on love, but i see well its inadequateness. i cold because i am hot _ cold at the surface only as a sort of guard & compensation for the fluid tenderness of the core _ have much more experience than i have written there, more than i will, more than i can write. in silence we must wrap much of our life, because it is too fine for speech, because also we cannot explain it to others, and because somewhat we cannot yet understand

- david cort

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