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thy footstep,and the rushing of thy deep |
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So the tense earth lies waiting in her snow. |
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ness and these startled whats are a(piercing clothes thoughts kiss |
(moon begins The |
therefore invisible)anyhow you |
how)life |
of kiss-coloured silence) by Christ kiss me. One kiss |
alone there’s nobody else alive |
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For the little divinities your wrists, |
exclaiming,in words of one syllable,Eheu fugaces Postume. |
and propaganda(it is incredible But |
people be quite |
The universe must hear [thousands of canons |
(eternal) |
& you'll find his mind in it |
are so wise the people |
my uncle |
with an African gesture |
can hold a you |
feels the tremendous yonder for his own— |
bean soup |
forever & sunsmell |
eternal |
it kills |
the song of the wall |
enters give |
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in the blue |
the merrygoround |
(and if you and i should |
ally contrives an unreal precise intrinsic fragment of |
Scarcely if they thank you |
suggesting that our souls |
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That sometimes sleep beneath their sheltering wings. |
behold this fool who,in the month of June, |
that |
of things |
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(secretly adoring shyly |
dre(is)ams |
less lamb |
(are all dancesing singdance all are |
because i can’t sleep(smoking sawdust |
jjimmy |
but breathing yes which fear will never no? |
The note |
sits looking beyond the |
of liberty my dears— |
Would life reclaim the shade from the beyond, |
never)a kite |
which whisper |
though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness |
the g--d -ld w. isn’t that it |
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almighty for dying |
Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost |
an alert clumsily foolishwise |
Memo 1 |
a darkness where new lights begin and |
of a silence who can |
i ever met |
iam so glad and very |
elsewhere;to blow |
to squat in first darkness |
-here |
when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because |
foot likes the |
very deftly upon which |
dimes seven nickels and ten |
an oceaning abyss of orange dream |
—‘“dying” the ghost of you |
le train rouge s’ébranle et rien ne l’arrétera |
When my life his pillar has raised to heaven, |
claps the fattest finally |
is Madge worth? |
of an imaginable gesture |
Equinox Press |
The poised,rushing night ring in the brim |
Wing)silence,who; |
thinks |
war could and what |
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as(through waiting simplicities of |
will you walking beside me,my very lady, |
(whispering, |
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(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing) |
who is filled with flowers. |
when you are silent,shining host by guest |
by hair’s blue cold |
an instant:drooping,describe suddenly |
streaming from playful |
bulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind |