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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,
Within the church The solemn priests advance, And the sunlight, stained by the h… Dyes a yet richer red the scarlet… And the scarlet robes of the young…
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…
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…
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…
This trumpeter of nothingness, emp… To keep our reason dull and null a… This man of wind and froth and flu… The wares of any who reward him we… Praising whatever he is paid to pr…
(Windless Summer) Between the glass panes of the sea… Patterns of fronds, and the bronze… (Winter) Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black sh…
Is it sounds converging, Sounds nearing, Infringement,
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…
The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the escalator
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…
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…
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;
The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk,
Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through the shaking air Endless unbreaking circles Cool and clear as water.