Djuna Barnes

“ And great ghastly loops of gold
Snared in your ears.
Your dying hair hand-beaten
Round your head.
Lips, long lengthened by wise words
Unsaid.
And in your living all grimaces
Of the dead.
One sees you sitting in the sun
Asleep ”

“ One sees you sitting in the sun
Asleep;
With the sweeter gifts you had
And didn't keep,
One grieves that the altars of
Your vice lie deep. ”