I Am the Creeper
Mani Leib
1918
I am the creeper, the wild one
Climbing your garden hedge,
Reaching, a red one, a wild one,
Up to your window ledge;
To inhale your dress’ rustling
As on your floor I lay,
To pale in the light of your eyes,
To sorrow at what you say;
To lurk among your lamps,
Autumnal and green as a moth
To rise transfigured like lamps
Ashen in flames of your…
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