Lyrics

This charm of vacant lots! The helpless fields that lie Sinister, sterile and blind— Entreat the eye and rack the mind, Demand your pity. With ashes and tins in piles, Shattered bricks and tiles And the débris of a city. Far from our definitions And our aesthetic laws Let us pause With these fields that hold and rack the brain (What: again?) With an unexpected charm And an unexplained repose On an evening in December Under a sunset yellow and rose.