I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music,
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees,
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings;
Through that window--all else being extinct Except itself and me--I saw the struggle
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die,
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young,
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye,
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise;
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass;
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him.
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin,
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet,
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music,
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees,
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings;
Through that window--all else being extinct Except itself and me--I saw the struggle
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die,
Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young,
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye,
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise;
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass;
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him.
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin,
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet,
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.