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Blame us for these who were cradle… Watching our sidelong watching, fe… Playing their blind-man’s-bluff in… Their follow-my-leader on a stair…
Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through the shaking air Endless unbreaking circles Cool and clear as water.
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…
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…
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…
Clothes: to compose The furtive, lone Pillar of bone To some repose. To let hands shirk
The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the escalator
Light’s patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light’s pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes... Light sinks and rusts
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in rag…
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;
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…
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…
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…
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
Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils in core of darkness. My swinging