Further on, the trees broke for
A fleeting instant on the prospect
Of a narrow stretch of river that
Lay grey and overhung with low
Branches, where diseased lilies
Lay on the water like debris.It was a slow capillary that
Drank of the dust coming from
The rails and of the pollen
And blossom from its edges.
In the water a white crane stood
Hunting for fish, a silent and
Deathlike figure in the dropping air,
Its eyes covered with black as if
By a mask and its ear seeming
Stained with blood or covered with
The satin of a crimson banner.
After a moment this all passed,
Remaining only as a pale iteration
In my mind. The memory decayed
Almost at the moment of its forming,
So that it was all but gone
Several minutes later, when I
Looked up and saw that the seat
Across from me lay empty.
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