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When after a quarrel

you hide in your eyes:

a bleeding sunset,

checkmate,

a wanderer yogi,

a howling doggy,

a ship laid up,

a bed tidied up,

a crane shot,

the Gordian knot.

When your cold

eyes look askance:

boulders everywhere,

rumors in the air,

mice pitch,

no road – a ditch,

a hiss at night,

a musician blind,

no Deity in a shrine,

frame, no painting.

When like turquoise

your eyes are blue:

two cornflowers,

a fireside in a tower,

a mirror-like ocean,

pipe-organ emotions,

a French perfume,

a cactus bloom,

May warmth,

squirrel homes

When your dashing

sparkling eyes appeal:

a carriage-and-three,

in the Himalayas —

Halloween,

a herd snort,

bells’ consort,

sledding in the Alps,

water in gulps,

a birds choir,

the inflamed fire.