Mirrors! - Who has ever known you, Described you? Entered into your very Being? Holes which appear in time, are filled-in, Like clear pores of a sieve. You, squanderers of empty drawing-rooms, In the dusk broad as the great forests ... And when the lustre shoots like a stag’s antlers Down through ways untrodden inside you. Sometimes you engulf paintings, - Are stuffed with them, - Then some are timorously despatched, go past. But the most beautiful shall remain within you, Held there till pure Narcissus is unbound and penetrates Down to a visage comprised in you. |
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