1924
#EnglishWriters
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy
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
Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing
The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises
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
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...
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs
This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets
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…
The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin
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