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IDLENESS, by            
First Line: My head, my weary head, is like a timid bird that
Last Line: It hangs, a pendant 'twixt your breasts.
Subject(s): Idleness; Laziness; Sloth; Indolence


My head, my weary head, is like a timid bird that folds itself from cold upon
your breast.
The hour is gentle! the day is sweet and blue and fine.
Autumn about to die caresses us.
Na, no—rise not, I pray you! Remain stretched out like this on the divan.
I hold your soul beneath my ear. I feel its life.
Down there— down there through that wide open window the church of the Isle

of Tombs I see, while—glittering—
It hangs, a pendant 'twixt your breasts.





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