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CanzoneIf a fairytale came suddenly aliveI would put a candle in the window Come near....We won't share, I joy to give joy to you. You'll answer even the sad voice Because you are bright and Tender, because you were once Promised me by lilac and the moon. But....these moments come when Terror empties my breast.... Oppressing me--I turn mute and bent.... I want to be alone....Go! |
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Issue #4, October, 1998 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.