8 août 2005

parking 3.4

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               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   My father and all his tobacco loved you,<br />
                   I love you too in all your forms,<br />
                   the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,<br />
                   the mean governess of the huge pink maps,<br />
                   the solitary mourner of a prince.</td>
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               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am cold and rainy,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am dirty as a glass roof</font> in a train station,<br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I want ornaments on everything,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">because my love, </font>she gone with other boys.</td>
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               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   do you have a punishment under the white lace,<br />
                   will you be short with her, will you make her read those little Bibles,<br />
                   will you spank her with a mechanical corset.<br />
                   I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats<br />
                   will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?</td>
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               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   I’m not much nourished by modern love,<br />
   &n
bsp;               will you come into my life<br />
                   with your sorrow and your black carriages,<br />
                   And your perfect<br />
                   memories.</td>
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               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   the Twentieth Century belongs to you and me.<br />
                   Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,<br />
                   who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science,<br />
                   who turn up unwelcome at every World’s Fair,<br />
                   heavy with proverbs and corrections,<br />
                   confusing the star-dazed tourists<br />
                   with our incomparable sense of loss.</td>
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<div style="width:800px;text-align:right">L. Cohen</div>
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