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I, after difficult entry through m… And stumbling childhood (hitting m… I, intricate, easily unshipped, un… Cut off in my communications; stam… A dialect shared by you, but not y…
Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes... Light sinks and rusts
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…
We are a people living in shells a… Crablike; reticent, awkward, deepl… Watching the world from a corner o… Afraid lest someone show that he h… Afraid lest someone weep in the ra…
Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils in core of darkness. My swinging
The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk,
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
Dogs take new friends abruptly and… Cats’ meetings are neat, tactual,… Monkeys exchange their fleas befor… Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil rea… We then, at first encounter, shoul…
Acknowledge the drum’s whisper. Yield to its velvet Nudge. Cut a slow air– Curve. Then dip (hip to hip): Sway, swing, pedantically
Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air
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…
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,
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
The clock disserts on punctuation,… The clock’s voice, thin and dry, a… The clock insists: a lecturer demo… Loudly, with finger raised, when t… But time flows through the room, l…
The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the escalator