A Little Elegy, by Alex Cigale She raised herself on her fingers /
and made me a gift of her lips. /
I kissed her a little tiredly /
in the moist autumn silence.
Tears were d...
A minor elegy, by Bernard Meares She rose upon her toes /
And gave her lips to me. /
I kissed her wearily /
In the silent autumn dampness.
And tears fell without a sound /
In...