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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…
“Why can’t you say what you mean s… Well, say it yourself: then say “… Or less perhaps, or not that way,… That after all.” The meaning of a… Might be an undernote; this tree m…
Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air
Suddenly, desperately I thought, “No, never In millions of minutes Can I for one second Calm-leaving my own self
Is it sounds converging, Sounds nearing, Infringement,
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
It is time to give that-of-myself… To offer you now at last my least… Minor, absurd preserves, The shell’s end-curves, A document kept at the back of a d…
People who are afraid of themselve… Multiply themselves into families And so divide themselves And so become less afraid. People who might have to go out
Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes... Light sinks and rusts
This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no mark.
The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the escalator
Old women look intently at Nothin… announces a cancer, dark fruit, un… shrunk left breast. Girls’ hands hold Nothing when th… men from the platform and scoops t…
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…
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…
The birds’ shrill fluting Beats on the pink blind, Pierces the pink blind At whose edge fumble the sun’s Fingers till one obtrudes