Choices

 They offer you many things,
I a few.

Moonlight on the play of fountains at night
With water sparkling a drowsy monotone,
Bare-shouldered, smiling women and talk
And a cross-play of loves and adulteries
And a fear of death and a remembering of regrets:
All this they offer you.

I come with:
salt and bread
a terrible job of work
and tireless war;
Come and have now:
hunger.

danger
and hate.

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