Those evenings

Those bluer evenings, too,
Were Graceful.
How pleasure made acquaintance
In the deeper days with careworn
Art and taciturn condolance.

Those cold bouquets of dusk
And secrets in the overcast
To kiss me sympathetically,
So dim and sober as a night,
To be my solace and my
Lovely sorrow born of wilted
Gardens and of jade,
Of words consigned to
Memory and names in
Moonlit rainfall.

#Amsterdam #Nederlands

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