Classic Poem

i will cultivate within
me scrupulously the Inimitable which
is loneliness, these unique dreams
never shall soil their raiment.

with phenomena:such
being a conduct worthy of

more ponderous
wishes or
hopes less
tall than mine”(opening the windows)

“and there is a philosophy” strictly at
which instant(leaped
into the

street) this deep immediate mask and
expressing “as for myself, because i
am slender and fragile
i borrow contact from that you and from

this you sensations, imitating a few fatally

exquisite”(pulling Its shawl carefully around
it)“things i mean the
Rain is no respecter of persons
the snow doesn't give a soft white
damn Whom it touches.