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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
Russia and America circle each ot… Threats nudge an act that were wit… A melting of the mould in the moth… Stones melting about the root. The quick of the earth burned out:
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…
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!
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…
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 shattered army, Thames’ filthy… Not a beautiful spectacle For the drinkers of history, or fo… Or my friends, this island’s paral… Wordsworth’s head went down here s…
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…
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
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…
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…
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
When Crow was white he decided th… He decided it glared much too whit… He decided to attack it and defeat… He got his strength up flush and i… He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
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