Danced naked clothed in liturgical garb
Twirling a riding crop in her hand
A mad Cassandra of late Byzantium
Just as I thought that I'd understand it
I was called away by a secret telegram
The milk cans rang It was six in the morning
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Prince your kingdom is turning to ashes
Those quotations from Shakespeare Late Byzantium
Those trips in time Those quotations
Byzantium and Ostend A hotel where I won't be
And Lucius Sergius Catiline about whom Krasinski
Wanted to write an essay Cool Roman leaves
On a November evening I didn't touch
My flesh won't swim in the Tiber
Those quotations of time not given
That can't be chosen That trip
Not in time but on the map of time
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the geography of youth Those quotations from Shakespeare
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That nostalgia that put on a face
Counting syllables That ambition to write good
Poems that cannot help And stand for
Nothing That agreement not
Possible But I'm sorry Self-confidence
Arrogance Neglect with which
