Oh, what joy to know that we will (surely) have it all tonight at that gilded hour.
To know (surely) that we are expected at that hour, there – where we are happiest.
When also with certainty, the day too often without fantasy, is congested
like rush hour in the underground.
Like it, indifferent to the colour of the sky.
– If, – in place of this nasty oxidized spiral
“how will I enjoy myself this evening?” you offered this golden guidance:
“this evening I will feel fine, and follow my heart” –
as this day so fresh and free (we saw them at times)
slides magically,
on polished rails,
to its luminous station.
– Imagination!
– Certainly
Life, this succession of images and our restless heart.
from "Voyages en Kaleidoscope": Georges Crès, Paris, 1919
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