POETRY

SONG FOR THE LAST ACT

Now that I have your face by heart, I look

Less at its features than at its darkening frame

Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,

Lie with quill dahlias and the sheperd's crook.

Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease

The lead and marble figures watch the show

Of yet another summer loath to go

Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look

(two stanzas of seven)

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