n its mail of jewels and goldSaint Mark's looks
down at the swarm of black masks; And outside in the palace gardens
brown leaves fallFlutterFall. BrownAnd yellow streaked with brown.
Blue-blackthe sky over VeniceWith a pricking of yellow stars. There
is no moonAnd the waves push darkly against the prow Of the gondola
Coming from Malamocco And streaming toward Venice. It is black under
the gondola hoodBut the yellow of a satin dress Glares out like the eye of
a watching tiger. Yellow compassed about with darknessYellow and black
Gorgeous -- barbaric. The boatman singsIt is Tasso that he sings; The
lovers seek each other beneath their mantlesAnd the gondola drifts over
the lagoonaslant to the coming dawn. But at Malamocco in frontIn
Venice behindFall the leavesBrownAnd yellow streaked with brown.
They fallFlutterFall.
MenWomen and Ghosts
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Bronze Tablets
The Fruit Shop
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gownHigh-waistedgirdled with
bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered her
little brows into As she picked her dainty passage through The dusty street.
AhMademoiselleA dirty pathwaywe need rainMy poor fruits suffer
and the shell Of this nut's too big for its kernel
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