“I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane...”
“and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.”
“What shall I do, today? Visit the pub?Sit down in a garden with a book? A birdflies past. Where is it headed? It's out ofsight already. The drunkenness of a bird in theburning azure. The melancholy of a manin the cool shadow of a mosque.”
“A false friend and a shadow attend only while the sun shines.”
“In the shadow of feigned cripples and false wounds come the strong arms of thieves and very healthy drunkards.”
“Hiding amongst the thick shadows,Beckoning like a seductive siren of the deep ocean,Tempting with a false, impossible desire”