Pulled from an existence a few leaves in evergreen
Or on the other hand dressed like fragrant crinoline hung
Over shadows by di Chirico, stolen
From a station where prepares never run
Furthermore, set up in a scene in the parsonage at Haworth
The three sisters with Chekovian suggestions
Remained round the table where their reflected structures
Anticipate the impact of the last informed decision's to make them
Take that last stroll over the heather mantled field.
Down vain passageways I looked for some leaf token
Of an existence unlived, a blurred mignonette or four leaved clover
Down a pathway shut everlastingly by the touches of destiny:
The shadows of you gone still took the night
Furthermore, I was allowed to sit unbothered to confront the difficult light.
