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Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair, a barn, a bridge. The flower
Fully occupied with growing—that’s the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I’ve… to sit keeping watch with it till…
After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had long… came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes
The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion
That dog with daisies for eyes who flashes forth flame of his very self at every ba… is the Dog of Art. Worked in wool, his blind eyes
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair ' don’t assume
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,
The moon is a sow and grunts in my throat Her great shining shines through m… so the mud of my hollow gleams and breaks in silver bubbles
White dawn. Stillness.When the ri… &nbs p; I took it for… &nb sp; of salt, of tr… didn’t stir; the leaves of my brot… unmoving.
We live our lives of human passion… cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free
A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. & nbsp;… &nbs p;  …
The old wooden steps to the front… where I was sitting that fall morn… when you came downstairs, just awa… and my joy at sight of you (emergi… into golden day—
To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!