Present from Lieven 15.


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As in sleeping-drink spices
softly she loosens in the liquid-clear
mirror her fatigued demeanor;
and she puts her smile deep inside.

And she waits while the liquid
rises from it; then she pours her hair
into the mirror, and, lifting one
wondrous shoulder from the evening gown,

she drinks quietly from her image. She drinks
what a lover would drink feeling dazed,
searching it, full of mistrust; and she only

beckons to her maid when at the bottom
of her mirror she finds candles, wardrobes,
and the cloudy dregs of a late hour.

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  1. I take my wine jug out among the flowers
    to drink alone, without friends.

    I raise my cup to entice the moon.
    That, and my shadow, makes us three.

    But the moon doesn’t drink,
    and my shadow silently follows.

    I will travel with moon and shadow,
    happy to the end of spring.

    When I sing, the moon dances.
    When I dance, my shadow dances, too.

    We share life’s joys when sober.
    Drunk, each goes a separate way.

    Constant friends, although we wander,
    we’ll meet again in the Milky Way.

    To Ralphie with love

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