So I took o the river

        believing she was a maiden,

        but she already had a husband.

        It . James night

        and almost as if I o.

        terns    out

        and ts lighted up.

        In t street ers

        I toucs

        and to me suddenly

        like spikes of h.

        tarcticoat

        sounded in my ears

        like a piece of silk

        rent by ten knives.

        it silver ligheir foliage

        trees had grown larger

        and a horizon of dogs

        barked very far from the river.

        Past the blackberries,

        thorne

        underer of hair

        I made a h

        I took off my tie,

        soo off her dress.

        I, my belt he revolver,

        She, her four bodices.

        Nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl

        have skin so fine,

        nor does glass h silver

        sh such brilliance.

        highs slipped away from me

        like startled fish,

        half full of fire,

        half full of cold.

        t night I ran

        on t of roads

        mounted on a nacre mare

        bridle stirrups.

        As a man, I    repeat

        to me.

        t of uanding

        .

        Smeared h sand and kisses

        I took he river.

        the lilies

        battled he air.

        I be I am,

        like a prypsy.

        I gave ,

        of strain,

        but I did not fall in love

        for although she had a husband

        sold me she was a maiden

        he river.
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