The telegram says you have gone away <br />And left our bankrupt circus on its own; <br />There is nothing more for me to say. <br /> <br />The maestro gives the singing birds their pay <br />And they buy tickets for the tropic zone; <br />The telegram says you have gone away. <br /> <br />The clever woolly dogs have had their day <br />They shoot the dice for one remaining bone; <br />There is nothing more for me to say. <br /> <br />The lion and the tigers turn to clay <br />And Jumbo sadly trumpets into stone; <br />The telegram says you have gone away. <br /> <br />The morbid cobra's wits have run astray; <br />He rents his poisons out by telephone; <br />There is nothing more for me to say. <br /> <br />The colored tents all topple in the bay; <br />The magic saw dust writes: address unknown. <br />The telegram says you have gone away; <br />There is nothing more for me to say.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/denouement-villanelle/
