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Writings on a train
March 13, 2011
Every person I see again, looks like every person
Seen at a railway station — A whole floating Paris day returns
In the eyes of every person I see again, and spring time horror
Is drowning three men on a German train, who look at me and say,
“You would have liked me if you knew me earlier.”
(That makes four of us — )
And every person I see again, looks like every person;
Pale lithe bodies, wrapped in yellow wallpaper, and smelling of refusal
Rose bouquets, and roses smell like “take, seize, and amputate” in Germany.
Every person I see again, looks like you in another life;
Where I will see you faun and blonde in utterly irrelevant Munich
Where bedding is unwished and inconceivable.
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