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Four Poems

(i.) The Moon
The Moon is following me
And with her light I see
Wherever I walk she stalks;
Behind my shadow she follows
And how she sweeps the land
Looking for me in the quiet clan
(ii.) Village Square
The nights dancing festival
Brings all, big and small
The farmer, the wine tapper
The cobbler and the dancer
A night of skewered meat
And one, were lovers meet
(iii.) The candlelight
See how her pretty light flickers
Throwing the light on my papers
Like a tongue of fire
She seeks to be admired
For even the wind has come
To rest and get some warmth
(iv.) The dancer
The drums beat hard

When she strod forward
Swerving about like a mad maiden
In a big and crowded man-full den
Dancing to the cat-calls, the desires, the drunk men
And for all that cared to come watch or listen