"To Your Muse"
When you spill the gown of snow
Over the pure shoulders of your muse
I gather my dark petals
And I am the lily of light alabaster
To your muse in rose, I open in rose;
My heart is honey, perfume and fire;
And I live and die of a glorious thirst:
Your living blood should be water spilled on me.
When covered by a tulle of moonlight
It drinks calm and azure in the lake,
I am the swan that soars, dreaming;
And if in magnificent mourning you dress her
To wander along sad paths,
I am the light or the shadow of a stele. . . .
Delmira Agustini
amulet
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Definition: (noun) An object worn, especially around the neck, as a charm
against evil or injury.
Synonyms: talisman.
Usage: It was sorcery, magic of the wo...
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