1924
#English #Feminists #Modernism #Women
Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels
The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets
Man of absolute physical equilibri… You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your… Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yours…
We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…
Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing
Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love
I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me
The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin
The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed
The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is a seedless pod the present pain. Not even pain has that precision
Spawn of Fantasies Silting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage ‘Once upon a time’
The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy
