so i took o the river

  believing she was a maiden,

  but she already had a husband.

  it . james night

  and almost as if i o.

  tes out

  and ts lighted up.

  in t street coers

  i toucs

  and to me suddenly

  like spikes of h.

  tarcticoat

  sounded in my ears

  like a piece of silk

  rent by ten knives.

  it silver ligheir foliage

  trees had grown larger

  and a horizon of dogs

  barked very far from the river.

  past the blackberries,

  thoe

  undeeater of hair

  i made a h

  i took off my tie,

  soo off her dress.

  i, my belt he revolver,

  she, her four bodices.

  nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl

  have skin so fine,

  nor does glass h silver

  sh such brilliance.

  highs slipped away from me

  like startled fish,

  half full of fire,

  half full of cold.

  t night i ran

  on t of roads

  mounted on a nacre mare

  bridle stirrups.

  as a man, i repeat

  to me.

  t of understanding

  .

  smeared h sand and kisses

  i took he river.

  the lilies

  battled he air.

  i be i am,

  like a proper gypsy.

  i gave ,

  of strain,

  but i did not fall in love

  for although she had a husband

  sold me she was a maiden

  he river.