You had to come
Calling my singularity
In scorn,
Imprisonment.
It contained content

Who owns those scrawny little feet
Who owns this bristly scorched—loo
Who owns these still—working lungs
Who owns this utility coat of musc
Who owns these unspeakable guts?

O lady, when the tipped cup of the
You became soft fire with a cloud’
The difficult stars swam for eyes
You stood, and your shadow was my
You turned, your shadow turned to

Against the rubber tongues of cows
Thistles spike the summer air
And crackle open under a blue—blac
Every one a revengeful burst
Of resurrection, a grasphed fistfu

Great farmy whores, breasts bouncy
Like buttocks, and with buttocks l
Two white sows jammed in a sty doo
Are no dunghills for bawdry’s cock
Nor tigery tarts, with rubber back

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

A cool small evening shrunk to a d
And you listening.
A spider’s web, tense for the dew’
A pail lifted, still and brimming–
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

I imagine this midnight moment’s f
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my finge
Through the window I see no star:

On the sheep-cropped summit, under
The mouse crouched, staring out th
It dared not take.
Time and a world
Too old to alter, the five mile pr

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