Tristan Corbiere – Piccola morte per ridere / A little death to make one laugh
Gustave Moreau, Dead poet borne by centaur, 1890 Go quickly, wanton comber of comets!In wind, the grass will become your hair;from the yawning socket of your eye flaretiny fires, mad prisoners in an oubliette.The blooms on your grave, taking love’s sobriquet,swell your earthbound laughter…And forget-me-nots, flowers one is doomed to forget…Don’t make it too heavy. …
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