Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Shmuel 1/Rilke (trans S. Mitchell)/Cher

 He came to me through the shadows;
 at night we played chess beneath white sheets,
 flashlight between skinned knees -
 like the child that grows,

our love learned to swallow tears,
our lips learned to lie,
our mouths whispered good-bye:

Now, who will play with my fears?

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