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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Those two blue-white ones overhead, To put in my ears, And those two orange ones yonder To fasten on my shoe-buckles."


 * A little further along the street

A man squats stringing a brown guitar. The smoke of his cigarette curls round his hair, And he too is humming, but other words: "Think not that at your window I wait. New love is better, the old is turned to hate. Fate! Fate! All things pass away; Life is forever, youth is but for a day. Love again if you may Before the golden moons are blown out of the sky And the crickets die. Babylon and Samarkand Are mud walls in a waste of sand."

The heat that falls from the sky Beats at the walls, slides and reverberates Down in a wave of gray dust and white fire, Choking the breath and eyes.