I add two pearls to my bizarre collection

I add two pearls to my bizarre collection -
It's neither rich, nor vast, although priceless,
It is compris'd of words and rare glances -
My only treasure, my divine resource.

One pearl - that glance, so sharp and unexpected,
Yet full of open and naive intention
To know sooner, closely and completely;
There's no better jewel than the glance.

Another pearl - the moment at departure,
The gustiness instead of silly speeches,
Most pleasant and exciting impoliteness:
The secret is no secret anymore.

In four long years, fondest of besiegements
Has brought its fruits; I bundle them in the words.


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