BARBARA STANWYCK VINTAGE

 

CALLIOPE I – 19 fevereiro 2006 (Feb 19, 2006)

 

What does a muse make?  A passing look,

A smell, a sight, a sigh, a taste never tasted,

A touch never felt, a kiss always forsook,

A waiving of hair, a nose, a chance wasted.

 

Never again to have, a laugh, a half-promise,

Never a promise to be, a sound, a half-embrace,

Never a hug to hold, a smile, a wrong surmise,

A dream fulfilled in sleep, though lost into a face.

 

A shadow, never more, the lack of substance,

A fool's hope, a yearning, desire in satisfaction

Never to be accomplished, the gift of a glance,

 

A couple lines let out, as soon as taken back,

A sorrow, a sad grin, a glint in eyes, an action

                    Scarcely fulfilled by fate naughty and black.