#English #Women
The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
Down through the tomb’s inward arc… He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreaml… the merciful dead, the prophets, the innocents just His own age and…
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone
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–
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,
This wild night, gathering the was… &n bsp; animal vines t… slapping my face lightl… in the gesticulations o… I recall out of my joy a night of…
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
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find a summer season.
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the
Let me be at the place of the cast… Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from the mo… Let the moat’s waters reflect gree… the shells of swimming turtles…
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…
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
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,
Green Snake, when I hung you roun… and stroked your cold, pulsing thr… as you hissed to me, glinting arrowy gold scales, and I felt the weight of you on my shoulders,