Serenade
Djuna Barnes
Three paces down the shore, low sounds the lute,
The better that my longing you may know;
Iām not asking you to come,
Butācanāt you go?Three words, āI love you,ā and the whole is saidā
The greatness of it throbs from sun to sun;
Iām not asking you to walk,
Butācanāt you run?Three paces in the moonlightās glow I stand,
And here within the twilight beats my heart.
Iām not asking you to finish,
Butāto start.
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