1 If half of me is skewered by grey crested birds in the middle of the vines of my promise and the very fact that I'm a poet suffers my eyes to be filled with vermilion tears 2 how much greater danger from occasion and pain is my vitality yielding like a tree on fire!--
DEATH
DEATH
DEATH
1 If half of me is skewered by grey crested birds in the middle of the vines of my promise and the very fact that I'm a poet suffers my eyes to be filled with vermilion tears 2 how much greater danger from occasion and pain is my vitality yielding like a tree on fire!--