#English #Women
It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shu… the taint in our own selves, that… cracks the mind’s shell and enters… not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
Something forgotten for twenty yea… and mothers came from Cordova and… and though I am a citizen of the… stranger here than anywhere else,… I am Essex-born:
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone
The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair— don’t assume
"The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in.… Mark Rudman I look and look. Looking’s a way of being: one beco…
Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented
A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. We won’t look for each other, either–
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets,
Delivered out of raw continual pai… smell of darkness, groans of those… to whom he was chained— unchained, and led past the sleepers,
The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic
The red eyes of rabbits aren’t sad. No one passes the sad golden village in a barge any more. The sunset will leave it alone. If the
All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring. Early I learned to
Brilliant, this day—a young virtuo… Morning shadow cut by sharpest sci… deft hands. And every prodigy of g… whether it’s ferns or lichens or n… or impatient points of buds on spi…
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
