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“Is anyone anywhere happy?”
This dream budded bright with leaves around the edges, Its clear air winnowed by angels; she was come Back to her early sea-town home Scathed, stained after tedious pilgrimages. Barefoot, she stood, in shock of that returning, Beside a neighbor’sā¦
In Alicante they bowl the barrels Bumblingly over the nubs of the cobbles Past the yellow-paella eateries, Below the ramshackle back-alley balconies, While the cocks and hens In the roofgardens Scuttle repose with crowns and cackles. Kumquat-colored trolleys ding asā¦
WhenĀ nightĀ comesĀ black Such royal dreams beckon this man As lift him apart From hisĀ earth-wife’s side ToĀ wing,Ā sleep-feathered, The singular air, While she, enviousĀ bride, CannotĀ followĀ after, but lies With her blankĀ brownĀ eyes starvedĀ wide, Twisting curses in the tangled sheet With taloned fingers, Shaking in herĀ skull’sĀ cageā¦
‘Tea leaves I’ve given up, And that crooked line On the queen’s palm Is no more my concern. On my black pilgrimage This moon-pocked crystal ball Will break before it help; Rather than croak out What’s to come, My darlingā¦
No novice In those elaborate rituals Which allay the malice Of knotted table and crooked chair, The new woman in the ward Wears purple, steps carefully Among her secret combinations of eggshells And breakable hummingbirds, Footing sallow as a mouseā¦
Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching you are a million green counties from here, than to sit mute, twitching so under prickling stars, with stare, withā¦
He, hunger-strung, hard to slake, So fitted is for my black luck (With heat such as no man could have And yet keep kind) That all merit’s in being meat Seasoned how he’d most approve; Blood’s broth Filched by hisā¦
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was In black Novemeber. After a sliding rain Dew stood in chill sweat on each stalk, Each thorn; spiring from wetā¦
I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; When my eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out; Through a whim of mine Over gables the moon’s celestial onion Hangs high. I Make houses shrinkā¦
That grandiose colossus who Stood astride The envious assaults of sea (Essaying, wave by wave, Tide by tide, To undo him, perpetually), Has nothing on you, O my love, O my great idiot, who With one foot Caught (as itā¦