At Night Go to the terrace and look down. There on the ground dances a fairy. The Moon is fond of her. It tries to impress her with a dress woven together by clouds of silk. She runs away by climbing a ladder crafted from the starlight unrolled from her gown and tosses it out over the sky. In her wake lies the empty stage of overgrown ivy. - Sappy
My Golden Shovel from “Always For the First Time” by Andre Breton, inspired by the parties on campus
