So I took o the river

    believing she was a maiden,

    but she already had a husband.

    It . James night

    and almost as if I o.

    terns  out

    and ts lighted up.

    In t street corners

    I toucs

    and to me suddenly

    like spikes of h.

    tarcticoat

    sounded in my ears

    like a piece of silk

    rent by ten knives.

    it silver ligheir foliage

    trees had grown larger

    and a horizon of dogs

    barked very far from the river.

    Past the blackberries,

    thorne

    underneater of hair

    I made a h

    I took off my tie,

    soo off her dress.

    I, my belt he revolver,

    She, her four bodices.

    Nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl

    have skin so fine,

    nor does glass h silver

    sh such brilliance.

    highs slipped away from me

    like startled fish,

    half full of fire,

    half full of cold.

    t night I ran

    on t of roads

    mounted on a nacre mare

    bridle stirrups.

    As a man, I  repeat

    to me.

    t of understanding

    .

    Smeared h sand and kisses

    I took he river.

    the lilies

    battled he air.

    I be I am,

    like a proper gypsy.

    I gave ,

    of strain,

    but I did not fall in love

    for although she had a husband

    sold me she was a maiden

    he river.