Moon! Crown of an ample brow,
unleafing in weld-coloured shades!
Red crown of a pondering Jesus
tragically mellow with emeralds!

Moon! Wild celestial heart,
why do you sail so, inside a cup
brimming with blue wine, westward,
your stern stricken and wrecked?

Moon! And trying in vain to fly,
in scattered opals you go up in flames:
you are perhaps my gypsy heart
that wanders in the blue — weeping verses!…

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