Joseph Cornell

Why do humming birds just hum their loneliness to me?
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If we’re on Delancey St. at night
In the after-train-ride quiet
Barking dogs by high-gate pond
Something’s here but something’s gone

What a night for talking, darling
What a night for dreams
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This is all I really know tonight
Something’s wrong but something’s right
Barking dogs by high-gate pond
Something’s here but something’s gone