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Grief thief of time crawls off, The moon-drawn grave, with the sea… The knave of pain steals off The sea-halved faith that blew tim… The old forget the cries,
The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water From the opening of the garden loc… That lets the trees and water ente…
Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in… Of light and love, the tempers of… Whack their boy’s limbs, And, winding—footed in their shawl… Groom the dark brides, the widows…
The hand that signed the paper fel… Five sovereign fingers taxed the b… Doubled the globe of dead and halv… These five kings did a king to dea… The mighty hand leads to a sloping…
A grief ago, She who was who I hold, the fats… Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-… Hell wind and sea, A stem cementing, wrestled up the…
I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors’ continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep s…
Incarnate devil in a talking snake… The central plains of Asia in his… In shaping-time the circle stung a… In shapes of sin forked out the be… And God walked there who was a fi…
Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my ha… Caught by the crabbing sun I walk… And cast a shadow crab upon the la… By the sea’s side, hearing the noi…
Once below a time, When my pinned-around-the-spirit Cut-to-measure flesh bit, Suit for a serial sum On the first of each hardship,
(for Llewelyn) This side of the truth, You may not see, my son, King of your blue eyes In the blinding country of youth,
This bread I break was once the o… This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wine at night Laid the crops low, broke the grap…
On no work of words now for three… bloody Belly of the rich year and the big… I bitterly take to task my poverty… To take to give is all, return wha…
Because the pleasure-bird whistles… Shall the blind horse sing sweeter… Convenient bird and beast lie lodg… The supper and knives of a mood. In the sniffed and poured snow on…
Too proud to die; broken and blind… The darkest way, and did not turn… A cold kind man brave in his narro… On that darkest day, Oh, forever… He lie lightly, at last, on the la…
Lie still, sleep becalmed, suffere… In the throat, burning and turning… On the silent sea we have heard th… That came from the wound wrapped i… Under the mile off moon we tremble…