The clock says “When will it be m
The sun says “Noon hurt me.”
The river cries with its mouthful
And the sea moves every way withou
Out of my ear grew a reed

Millionly-whored, without womb,
Her heart already rubbish,
Watching the garret death come,
This thirty year old miss
Walked in park pastoral

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole pa
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she suc
She wanted him complete inside her

I sit in the top of the wood, my e
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills
The convenience of the high trees!

Crow, feeling his brain slip,
Finds his every feather the fossil
Who murdered all these?
These living dead, that root in hi
Till he is visibly black?

I climbed through woods in the hou
Evil air, a frost—making stillness
Not a leaf, not a bird—
A world cast in frost. I came out
Where my breath left tortuous stat

“No, the serpent did not
Seduce Eve to the apple.
All that’s simply
Corruption of the facts.
Adam ate the apple.

The moon not o be named
Going over, clear of all poetry,
The exhauster of the poetical
Faculties of our race, surrenderin
Of her fourth day rights, ignores

We sit late, watching the dark slo
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the a
There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer: the leaves hang b

With nothing to brag about but the
Tearing boar-flesh and swilling al
A fermenting of huge-chested bragg
Got nowhere by sitting still
To hear some timorous poet enlarge