Thursday, December 23, 2004

My French is so execrable

that someone has asked me to post the original of my de Chirico poem below. Here 'tis

Giorgio de Chirico's Departure of a friend
            Time is clasped

in the hands of the station clock

even as the hands of friends
           grow cold
in their final parting.

one shadow is the
           form of two men -

& it is autumn.

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