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I, after difficult entry through m… And stumbling childhood (hitting m… I, intricate, easily unshipped, un… Cut off in my communications; stam… A dialect shared by you, but not y…
Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No further, than to stir
Stairs fly as straight as hawks; Or else in spirals, curve out of c… At a ledge to poise their wings be… Stairs sway at the height of their… Like a melody in Tristan;
It is time to give that-of-myself… To offer you now at last my least… Minor, absurd preserves, The shell’s end-curves, A document kept at the back of a d…
We expected the violin’s finger on… Its importunate cry, too laxly cur… And you drew us an oboe-outline, c… Unadorned statement, accurately ca… We expected the screen, the backgr…
This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no mark.
In love’s dances, in love’s dances One retreats and one advances, One grows warmer and one colder, One more hesitant, one bolder. One gives what the other needed
Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through the shaking air Endless unbreaking circles Cool and clear as water.
We are a people living in shells a… Crablike; reticent, awkward, deepl… Watching the world from a corner o… Afraid lest someone show that he h… Afraid lest someone weep in the ra…
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, But something written in lighter i…
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in rag…
The clock disserts on punctuation,… The clock’s voice, thin and dry, a… The clock insists: a lecturer demo… Loudly, with finger raised, when t… But time flows through the room, l…
One day people will touch and talk… And loving be natural as breathing… And people will untie themselves,… Unfold and yawn and stretch and sp… Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed return…
You cannot see the walls that divi… From his or hers or mine when you… You cannot see the walls because t… And glass is nothing until you try… Beat on it if you like, but not to…
Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased As my bones have grown, my height… Though I shiver in snow of dreams… Freeze again in a noonday terror. I shall never break, my sinews cru…