II. THE PILLOW
To know you think of me
Sustains my Spirit
Through the long night.
(My thought of you
Is wine, banishing sleep!)
Your thoughts of me are feathers,
Light nothings,
Drifting, dancing,
Floating,
Blown by a breath of fancy
Away from your sight.
They would choke me,
They would blind me
With the Nothing I am to you
If I dared see them;
But I bind them into a pillow,
And to know that you think of me
Sustains my spirit
Through the night.
III. SOUVENIR
Harlequin, seeing me gay
You loved me,
For fools need mirth,
O solemn Harlequin!
Tall tragedians make me laugh
Joyously, riotously,
Tall, dark villains, and heroes with blonde hair
Make me laugh uproariously…
(I could elope with a tragedian!)
But you with your clowning, Harlequin,
Brought bony truth too near—