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YOU, WHOM I WORSHIP...
You, whom I worship as night's firmament,
Urn of sorrow, beatiful and silent;
I love you more, because you turn away from me
Adorning night, but, with large irony
Rather increase the absolute blue space
Which alienates the sky from my embrace.I leap to your attack, climb in assault
Like corpseworms feeding nimbly in the vault,
And cherish you, relentless, cruel beast
Till that last coldness which delights me best. |
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