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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse In my ear, And the shock jolts my heart: But when I open my eyes, And look, first left, and then right


 * No one is there.

In the dying sun, And the street is quiet between its rows of plane-trees, And the walls of the gardens With the laurel bushes.


 * I walk along in a dream,

Half aware Of the empty black of the windows.


 * One window I pass by.

It is not empty: Something shows from it—white, I feel, and round— Something that pulls me back To gaze, still dreaming, To gaze and to wake and stare At a naked woman— Oh, beautiful! Alone in the window.