See how the sacred old flamingoes come,Painting with shadow all the marble stepsAged and wise, they seek their wonted perchesWithin the temple, devious walking, madeTo wander by their melancholy minds.
See how the sacred old flamingoes come,Painting with shadow all the marble stepsAged and wise, they seek their wonted perchesWithin the temple, devious walking, madeTo wander by their melancholy minds.
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
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