These tarnished rays, this night-smudged lightThis is not that Dawn for which, ravished with freedom,We had set out in sheer longing,So sure that somewhere in its desert the sky harbouredA final haven for the stars, and we would find it.We had no doubt that night’s vagrant wave would stray towards the shore,That the heart rocked…
Regret with a cold gush of fright arrives: Autumn, suddenly, with all its might arrives! Not often: but every-time it rains all night; At dawn, a letter (you could never write) arrives. You may order every clock to turn back on Time But the Tomorrow, however, despite arrives. At last, the wait will be over…