Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound

The eye can hardly pick them out
From the cold shade they shelter i
Till wind distresses tail and main
Then one crops grass, and moves ab
—The other seeming to look on—

Choice of you shuts up that peacoc
The future was, in which temptingl
All that elaborative nature can.
Matchless potential! but unlimited
Only so long as I elected nothing

Beyond the dark cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on air.
These have no proper names:

The large cool store selling cheap
Set out in simple sizes plainly
(Knitwear, Summer Casuals, Hose,
In Browns and greys, maroons and
Conjures the weekday world of thos

My age fallen away like white swad
Floats in the middle distance, bec
An inhabited cloud. I bend closer
A lighted tenement scuttling with
O you tall game I tired myself wi

Marrying left yor maiden name disu
Its five light sounds no longer me
Your voice, and all your variants
For since you were so thankfully c
By law with someone else, you cann

Tightly-folded bud,
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,

A stationary sense... as, I suppo
I shall have, till my single body
Inaccurate, tired;
Then I shall start to feel the ba
Take over, sickening and masterful

Talking in bed ought to be easiest
Lying together there goes back so
An emblem of two people being hone
Yet more and more time passes sile
Outside the wind’s incomplete unre