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Stirs its ashes and embers, its bu… An eye powdered over, half melted… Ponders Ideas that collapse At the first touch of attention
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.
The tractor stands frozen —an agon… To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. No… A spill of molten ice, smoking sno… Pours into its steel.
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…
The swallow of summer, she toils a… A blue—dark knot of glittering vol… A whiplash swimmer, a fish of the… But the serpent of cars that crawl… In shimmering exhaust
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:
Farmers in the fields, housewives… Watch the burning aircraft across… As if a firefly and a spider fough… Far above the trees, between the w… They wait with interest for the ev…
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…
Bloody Mary’s venomous flames can… They can shrivel sinew and char bo… Of foot, ankle, knee and thigh, an… Bowels, and drop his heart a cinde… And her soldiers can cry, as they…
Between Westminster and sunstruck… The desert has entered the flea’s… Like shut—eyed half—submerged Nil… The buildings tremble with breath. The mirage of river is so real
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!
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…
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
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and a… That can no longer feel. But the carp is in its depth
