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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…
When you are slightly drunk Things are so close, so friendly. The road asks to be walked upon, The road rewards you for walking With firm upward contact answering…
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;
One day people will touch and talk… And loving be natural as breathing… And people will untie themselves,… Unfold and yawn and stretch and sp… Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed return…
Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air
Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No further, than to stir
Suddenly, desperately I thought, “No, never In millions of minutes Can I for one second Calm-leaving my own self
Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils in core of darkness. My swinging
Acknowledge the drum’s whisper. Yield to its velvet Nudge. Cut a slow air– Curve. Then dip (hip to hip): Sway, swing, pedantically
We being so hidden from those who Have quietly borne and fed us, How can we answer civilly Their innocent invitations? How can we say “we see you
We expected the violin’s finger on… Its importunate cry, too laxly cur… And you drew us an oboe-outline, c… Unadorned statement, accurately ca… We expected the screen, the backgr…
This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no mark.
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…
Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes... Light sinks and rusts
The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk,