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

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.

Love struck into his life
Like a hawk into a dovecote.
What a cry went up!
Every gentle pedigree dove
Blindly clattered and beat,

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

The dog loved its churlish life,
Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood
An anarchy of mindless pride.
Nobody’s pet, but good enough
To double with a bitch as poor.

Stirs its ashes and embers, its bu
An eye powdered over, half melted
Ponders
Ideas that collapse
At the first touch of attention

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:

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

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 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