Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

We cannot know the indescribable face

Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so,
Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so,
Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so,
His torso has a candelabra’s glow, —Delmore Schwartz, after Rilke
His torso has a candelabra’s glow,
—Delmore Schwartz, after Rilke

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