Garlands

«The Winged Painter is on uptown,» I said
«Will you meet me to go, to go, to go?»
Washington Square, I’m racing there
To get you at noon, oh, the nocturne noon
Isabella on the way there stops me
«I can’t stay today»
I’m off in flight towards another light, rest, youth
Washington Square, I meet you there and we go
And he’s on the run, he’s on the run
From this walking greeting card
And Chloe’s kiss, the wolf pit, the wine harvest
And Phileda’s Lesson: we’re not his possession
In Winter, trampled flowers
In Winter, lovers
Circus, these garlands, the blue pirouette
The marriage, the mimosas, black sun over Paris
These garlands, the little swallow
St. Paul from the window, the half-open window
Eve incurs God’s displeasure, displeasure
Passion, Odysseus, and Penelope
Ulysses and Penelope
The festival in Hell
And he’s on the run, he’s on the run
From this walking greeting card
And Chloe’s kiss, the wolf pit, the wine harvest
And Phileda’s Lesson: we’re not your possession
In Winter, lovers
In Winter, flowers, trampled flowers
Lovers, bay of angels
We’re lovers
Circus, these garlands, the blue pirouette
The marriage, the mimosas, black sun over Paris
These garlands, the little swallow
St. Paul from the window, the half-open window
In Winter
The Winged Painter, the Winged Painter
Washington Square, let’s go see «A Day In May»
From The Winged Painter