Tirade. Jaargang 1 (nrs. 1-12)

For my bridegroom

These are the scraps I've saved from my years

the beautiful blue of bliss

purple of passion, reds and gold

the rosy hues faded by tears

greens of springtime, yellows untold

to make me a many colored robe

bordered with wintry white hoar

that will dazzle the eyes

of my bridegroom

La Mort

D.

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