of sunless cliffs
And of gray waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
the shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
of sunless cliffs
And of gray waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
the shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.