No.65684
Teeth of flowers, cap of dew, hands of herbs, you, delicate nurse, have ready for me the earthy sheets and the comforter of carded moss. I'm going to sleep, my nurse, put me to bed. Put a lamp at my bedside; a constellation; any you like; they're all good; dim it a little. Leave me alone: you hear the buds breaking… a celestial foot cradles you from above and a bird traces a few rhythms for you so you'll forget… Thank you… Oh, one errand: if he calls again, tell him not to insist, I've gone out…
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