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“Is anyone anywhere happy?”
The Sunday lamb cracks in its fat. The fat Sacrifices its opacity. . . . A window, holy gold. The fire makes it precious, The same fire Melting the tallow heretics, Ousting the Jews. Their thick palls float Over the…
This man makes a pseudonym And crawls behind it like a worm. This woman on the telephone Says she is a man, not a woman. The mask increases, eats the worm, Stripes for mouth and eyes and nose, The voice…
They enter as animals from the outer Space of holly where spikes Are not thoughts I turn on, like a Yogi, But greenness, darkness so pure They freeze and are. O God, I am not like you In your vacuous…
Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now — The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded And balled, like Blake’s, Who exhibits The birthmarks that are his trademark — The scald scar of water,…
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat’s tail Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning. It is the Arctic, This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses – babies hair. There…
O half moon—- Half-brain, luminosity—- Negro, masked like a white, Your dark Amputations crawl and appall—- Spidery, unsafe. What glove What leatheriness Has protected Me from that shadow—- The indelible buds. Knuckles at shoulder-blades, the Faces that Shove into being,…
Over your body the clouds go High, high and icily And a little flat, as if they Unlike swans, Having no reflections; Unlike you, With no strings attached. All cool, all blue. Unlike you —- You, there on your back,…
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps and spirals —— Surely they travel The world forever, I shall not entirely Sit emptied of beauties, the gift Of…
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me —— The terrible brains Of Krupp, black muzzles Revolving, the sound Punching out Absence! Like cannon. It is Russia I…
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic acid in a sealed tin? Do not accept it. It is not genuine. A ring of gold with the sun in it?…