A Song

 I had wanted a quiet testament
and I had wanted, among other things,
a song.

 That was to be
of a like monotony.

 (A grace
Simply.
 Very very quiet.

 A murmur of some lost
thrush, though I have never seen one.


Which was you then.
 Sitting
and so, at peace, so very much now this same quiet.


A song.


And of you the sign now, surely, of a gross
perpetuity
 (which is not reluctant, or if it is,
it is no longer important.


A song.


Which one sings, if he sings it,
with care.

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