1924
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The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is a seedless pod the present pain. Not even pain has that precision
Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing
The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin
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
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy
Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven
The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs
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…
IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed. AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision. THE straight line and the circle are t...
Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased
Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets