Blind You're very pretty today - I say Am I - she says and turns her face at my words Her eyes are grey, not clear, closed they saw something once - and locked I almost thought so - she adds with secret content In her eyes, I should be blind too; but she hears my-seeing-her in the tone of my voice I bend it for her so-and-so as she bends her neck her smile instantly in my voice I used to stroke her hand a lot lightly present, still there during silences - both her - and mine one day, as it came, - silence ceased [990127]

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