Three Fragments
A beautiful moon
Behind a wisp of clouds
Like spider webs
Across a candle flame -
And all the sky is black -
It's like the sea.
I don't like Junkets' longer poems,
Only just the sonnets.
If that much could be said of me,
I'd live a happy man.
He said it best, “Don't cry.
Life is all despair.”
I said, “There's always hope.”
I said, “There's always hope.”
But I did not believe it.
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