I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
Diksi:
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Malam itu, musim dingin telah usai.
Semerbak bau steak di lorong-lorong.
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