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To walk as you walk, green eye, sm… Even ostentatiously alone but simp… Alone... arching the back in court… Gathering the body as a dancer bef… Audience, treading earth scantly -…
You cannot see the walls that divi… From his or hers or mine when you… You cannot see the walls because t… And glass is nothing until you try… Beat on it if you like, but not to…
Music curls In the stone shells Of the arches, and rings Their stone bells. Music lips
Wouldn’t you say, Wouldn’t you say: one day, With a little more time or a littl… Disentangle for separate, delibera… One of the moment’s hundred strand…
If a man says half himself in the… Way a tune shakes into equilibrium… Or approximates to a note that nev… Says half himself in the way two p… Flow to each other and softly sepa…
The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the escalator
Stairs fly as straight as hawks; Or else in spirals, curve out of c… At a ledge to poise their wings be… Stairs sway at the height of their… Like a melody in Tristan;
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in rag…
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in… The wind hides under cactus leaves… Small shadow accompanies Hamlet-P… Wry sniggering shadow in front of… The plumed cavalcade has passed to…
The birds’ shrill fluting Beats on the pink blind, Pierces the pink blind At whose edge fumble the sun’s Fingers till one obtrudes
Under the lips and limbs, the embr… Under the sharp circumference, the… Under the fence of shadows, Is something I am seeking; Under the faces a face,
Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air
Cats no less liquid than their sha… Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat throug… Less than themselves; will not be… To rules or routes for journeys; c…
Architects plant their imagination… Clamp them to the skidding rim of… Leave more than the painter’s or p… Can build their chrysalis round th… They see through stone, they cage…
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, But something written in lighter i…