The Fountain of Pity, by Henry Bataille
WE have our tears. This is grief's anodyne,
To know that tears a-many are in store.
And hearts...
WE have our tears. This is grief's anodyne,
To know that tears a-many are in store.
And hearts...
I HAVE been watching through grey window panes
This evening falling.. Someone is astray
Along t...
THE trains dream in the dew for hours outside
The stations, then unmoor, and grate, and glide...