Silks involved in balms of Time Where even fictive if expires Vaunt not the coiled, the native cloud Combed in your mirror's lens. 5 Patriotic ranks of stagnant flags Exalt above the vacant street; Drowned by waves of your naked mane I plunge to my eyes' content. Yet, no mouth may be sure 10 Of the savor his bite procures Unless, regal and rampant, he insist, Amidst your immense and copper tufts, On expelling a diamond sigh: The cry 'Glorie!' that he stifles. 15 Mallarme
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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