|Photography by André Kertész|
ONCE I PASS’D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY
Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain
for future use with its shows.
architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now all that city I remember only a woman I casually
met there who detain’d me for love of me,
Day by day and nigh by night we were together—all else
has long been forgoteen by me.
I remember, I say, only that woman who passionately
clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.