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Want as I might I could not
Get used to horses and lilac flowers

The train that passes on the horizon is very old
Despite its very modern machinery

It is oiled and flawless like a poem
But I prefer Gaelic songs

Want as I might I could not
Leave horses and lilac flowers

The airplane is old the automobile is old
Only the melodious buzzing of a bee

Is young and equally young that old man
Whose walk is slowed by the walk of a beetle

Want as I might I could not
Get used to horses and lilac flowers

Because I am afraid that I will no longer know how to die the way men line up
Side by side for a fishing contest

I am afraid of not keeping up with my neighbors
Who drive automobiles and take trains

And die in their beds without worrying about the countryside
Where love kills like the bursting of a chestnut

Die as I might I will not be able
To leave horses and lilac flowers.