Which fate arouses curiosity?
I’ve got claws enough for all your questions.
The murmur of your voice is a sea-shell.
Since you are not specific, I will choose.
First, the sparrow cast on a metal pin.
You were so much like the wind, clever girl,
That I gave your talisman to water.
No thundering river received that bird,
Just a muddy stream in a country meadow.
The next (do you recall the day?)
You placed within the tangled grass for me.
A coin, gilded in a land with no gold,
Held for one long year in my black wallet-
Flicked across a counter to the barmaid.
Of the last of your love’s tokens, my dear,
My lungs protest that they must tell the tale,
My fingers wish for the kiss of scissors…
No, I can never speak a word of it,
But, sweet Carmen, listen when I tell you
That I would kill you if you were alive.
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