Experiment

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Attempting the use of the "pre" tag. It's too hot to write a real entry anyway. Sluggo will soon shut down. I don't know if this will look right in every browser. Computers is weird.

LATE AT NIGHT . . .

by Pierre Reverdy


The color which night decomposes
The table where they sit
In its glass chimney
          The lamp is a heart emptying itself
It is another year
     A new wrinkle
Would you have thought of it
          The window throws a blue square
The door is more familiar
     A separation
          Remorse and crime
Goodby I am falling
Gently bending arms take me
Out of the corner of my eye I can see them all drinking
          I don't dare move
They sit there
               The table is round
And so is my memory
I remember everybody
Even those who are gone