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Little Poems in Prose
Little Poems in Prose (1928), PDF p. 25
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hunched up against the pedestal, lofts tear-
filled eyes towards the pedestal, lifts tear-filled
eyes towards the immortal goddess.
And his eyes say: I am the least and the
most solitary of men; deprived of love and
friendship, and in that respect how far below
the least of brutes! Yet I am made, I too, to
understand and to feel beauty immortal. Ah,
Goddess, have pity of my sadness, of my
madness!
But the implacable Venus looks afar off
upon I know not what, with marble eyes.
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