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Some tree, a dark impression, asked to be painted.

another and another and another crowding on the sky

became a wood, a french moon came

to be painted:

"I have come with clouds and rain to

soften my aspeckt in

the sky."

A bird replied.

"You are a pearl," I said, and laying on the ground with her

up over my shoulder looked across the

city, river-misted in.

The bird again replied;

 

a rose upon the city lip, a flower

like a seagull flight

upon the forest landed:

"Pearl," it said

"I love the moon tonight."

 

and trees replied in quiet sigh

of windows on the wind.