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A CONCERT OF GIORGIONE

Mouths together cannot speak?

Fie, a lie; dark breath meeting

Changes moulded by repeating

Lip and cheek

PARIS

There might be water over them or us

The way each long note follows itself so far.

They sing as if they feared they might not hear it.

GIORGIONE [at the window]

They are the deepest of the fig-tree shadow

Under the wall of the unknown woman's garden.

I see them by the light of their spread silks

Whose shapes make me restless and hopeless

As their sound would if we touched on a close stair.

They near: I hear the plash of a dipped hand.

O, they slip into starlight which will be

Like frost that cuts the scent in the last roses.

I see dim flowers melt in goldy silks

And knots of silk dropped over winy silks

And dimmer melting faces under silk hair—

I 'll add to them with a bowlful of loose roses

Which spread and fall all over bewildered as they—

O, one has dropt on the water whose topmost film

Ruffles it like low breeze, spreads it unbroken

And makes me poise and shiver with delight.

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