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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

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 To the Boy ElisElis, when the blackbird calls in the black woods, 
This is your decline. 
Your lips drink the coolness of the blue rock-spring.

Cease, when your forehead bleeds quietly 
Ancient legends 
And dark interpretations of the flight of birds.

But with gentle steps you walk into the night, 
That hangs full of purple grapes, 
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An den Knaben ElisElis, wenn die Amsel im schwarzen Wald ruft,
Dieses ist dein Untergang.
Deine Lippen trinken die Kühle des blauen Felsenquells.

Laß, wenn deine Stirne leise blutet
Uralte Legenden
Und dunkle Deutung des Vogelflugs.

Du aber gehst mit weichen Schritten in die Nacht,
Die voll purpurner Trauben hängt
Und du regst die Arme schöner im Blau.

Ein ( Read more... )

 Vowels

A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels, 
I shall tell, one day, of your mysterious origins: 
A, black velvety jacket of brilliant flies 
which buzz around cruel smells,

Gulfs of shadow; E, whiteness of vapours and of tents, 
lances of proud glaciers, white kings, shivers of cow-parsley; 
I, purples, spat blood, smile of beautiful lips 
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A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu: voyelles, 
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes: 
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes 
Qui bombinent autour des puanteurs cruelles,

Golfes d'ombre; E, candeurs des vapeurs et des tentes, 
Lances des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d'ombelles; 
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