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I see it is with you as with the birches:

I am not to speak to you

in the personal way. Much

has passed between us. Or

was it always only

on the one side? I am

at fault, at fault, I asked you

to be human – I am no needier

than other people. But the absence

of all feeling, of the least

concern for me – I might as well go on

addressing the birches,

as in my former life: let them

do their worst, let them

bury me with the Romantics,

their pointed yellow leaves

falling and covering me.