watching "sylvia" 1

watching "sylvia" 1

poor beauty, holds her head low
she writes and writes, til 
writing no more 
she thinks and thinks, til
climbing the wall.


oh of what to tell, 
oh of what to say
the days are mirrors
on every side,
every glimpse, she'll recognize.


faintly remembers, 
vaguely forgets.
poor beauty, holds her head low.