You were sly as Myosotis
to my house, no boat aft,
trove of letters and philosophy, poet cursed silently
loved by few, and I will accompany you to your leaks
literary
universities and clubs.
Maybe I should take you seriously confessing
from your scaffold diversity and suffering, be translucent,
myopic eyes of blacks Christ uncrowned
scarf of honor and grace, light distress decorated
distinctive passion that God has anointed you
desecrated in life so as to deny the merit of
your muse, and you never saw before him,
reserved grazia per i miei occhi,
indivisibile connessione, che fu dono
al tuo amato Rimbaud,
poeta veggente sconsacrato
arrestato da una matrigna senza pudore,
dissoluto, forse ti somiglia anticonformista
peccatore senza peccato, coraggioso
superstite del senso di dio liberato.
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