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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (1168)	12/20/1998 4:34:00 PM
From: flickerful	Respond to of 13018

THE LOVER He waits, and it is not without a great deal of trouble that he tickles a nightingale with his guitar. He would like to cry Andiamo! but alas! no one has arrived yet although the dew is perfect for adieux. How bitterly he beats his hairy chest! because he is a man, sitting out an indignity. The mean moon is like a nasty little lemon above the ubiquitous snivelling fir trees, and if there's a swan within a radius of twelve square miles let's throttle it. We, too, are worried. He is a man like us, erect in the cold dark night. Silence handles his guitar as clumsily as a wet pair of dungarees. The grass if full of snakespit. He alone is hot admist the stars. If no one is racing towards him down intriguingly hung stairways, towards the firm lamp of his thighs, we are indeed in trouble, sprawling feet upwards to the sun, our faces growing smaller in the colossal dark. ~ Frank O'Hara ~