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O what a physical effect it has on me
To dive forever into the light blue sea
Of your acquaintance ! Ah, but dearest friends,
Like forms, are finished, as life has ends ! Still,
It is beautiful, when October
Is over, and February is over,
To sit in the starch of my shirt, and to dream of your sweet
Ways ! As if the world were a taxi, you enter it, then
Reply (to no one), "Let's go five or six blocks."
Isn't the blue stream that runs past you a translation from the Russian ?
Aren't my eyes bigger than love ?
Isn't this history, and aren't we a couple of ruins ?
Is Carthage Pompeii ? is the pillow the bed ? is the sun
What glues our heads together ? O midnight ! O midnight !
Is love what we are,
Or has happiness come to me in a private car
That's so very small I'm amazed to see it there?
The Poetry Foundation - In Love with You
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