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When the morning was waking over t… He put on his clothes and stepped… The locks yawned loose and a blast… He dropped where he loved on the b… And the funeral grains of the slau…
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,
Unluckily for a death Waiting with phoenix under The pyre yet to be lighted of my s… And for the woman in shades Saint carved and sensual among the…
I see the boys of summer in their… Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freez… There in their heat the winter flo… Of frozen loves they fetch their g…
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour an… And the mussel pooled and the hero… Priested shore The morning beckon
Hold hard, these ancient minutes i… Under the lank, fourth folly on G… As the green blooms ride upward, t… Time, in a folly’s rider, like a c… Over the vault of ridings with his…
Through throats where many rivers… Under the conceiving moon, on the… And there this night I walk in th… Where barren as boulders women lie… To labour and love though they lay…
A bunch of the boys were whooping… The kid that handles the music—box… Back of the bar, in a solo game, s… And watching his luck was his ligh… When out of the night, which was f…
Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of… With a capsized field where a scho… And a black and white patch of gir… The gentle seaslides of saying I…
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden w… With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero tumble down Like a tower on the town
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of s… Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, driv… Through vision and the girdered ne… From limbs that had the measure of…
Foster the light nor veil the mans… Nor weather winds that blow not do… But strip the twelve-winded marrow… Master the night nor serve the sno… That shapes each bushy item of the…
Now Say nay, Man dry man, Dry lover mine The deadrock base and blow the flo…
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…
Here in this spring, stars float a… Here in this ornamental winter Down pelts the naked weather; This summer buries a spring bird. Symbols are selected from the year…
