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The dusk came suddenly,
in purple.
Worth my entire library,
All greatest symphonies,
World’s best cinematography,
Each marvellous museum.
It’s sunset!
The sunset I have read,
Articulated, I have felt…
Like Paul Delvaux’s last paintings,
Drawn totally from memory,
After the loss of sight –
The sunset smiled and cried.
Forgetting and remembering –
Always two sides.
A purple talisman
of something that cannot be redone,
Reloved,
Retyped,
Re, Re, Re…. –
The second in the sol-fa
scale…