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.

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

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

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

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

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

In the beginning was Scream
Who begat Blood
Who begat Eye
Who begat Fear
Who begat Wing

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:

Once upon a time there was a perso
He was walking along
He met the full burning moon
Rolling slowly twoards him
Crushing the stones and houses by

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, yo
With your fresh thoughts care for,
Ah! as the heart grows older