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And there was a booming you
That night, black airplanes over the sea
And were lowing and shifting like
Beached
Shelled
As you strained and you to see
The retreat of their and blind cavalry

You froze in your shoal
Prayed for your poor
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a
And the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking spoke

And there was a silence you took to mean
Run,
For alive you will be
And the plague of the black engines a-skulkin'
Has gone
While left to explain them to me
Released from their and blind cavalry

your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
To where I'm unfresh, and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy
You caught some death when you were sleepwalking

It was a dark dream, darlin', over
The firebreather is the clover
his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless choking on a feather

But I took my (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it
it gently
To the love lent me

While the was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling
And I watched how the water was kneading so
treacly
Nearly slowed to a in this heat
- in a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles

Press on me: we are restless
Webs of seaweed are
And you call upon the
Of the of a squid
Shot of ink, until you sink into your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the
I heard your song, before my had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a cinder smoking

And when the moves away
moves away, son
Why you say
I was the one?

your knee; it is only skin
Makes the of violins
And I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I am the woman among all women

And the

as far as I can see
Knee-deep, trudging
The seagull "so long"

I'm a threshing song
the night is over
on!
on!
Hold horses back from the fickle dawn

I have got some business out at the of town
Candy weighing of my pockets down
I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
(and how the common-folk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you
a woman, being a woman)

But always up the mountainside clambering
Groping blindly, for anything:
Picking through your pocket linings - well, what is
of sassafras, eh sisyphus?

I see the blossoms and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be again
I washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang and dangelin'
Silently from all the cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe everyone
- nothing but a nuisance; now, dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman!

Though we the spray of the waves
We decided to stay the tide rose too far
We weren't afraid, cause we know you are
And you that we know what you are

Awful
O, incalculable and sorrow!
Bawl,
Sibyl sea-cow, all up in a bow

and roll;
Teeth an bit of leather
yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly along the shore

Are you
My
Mine

Stay me for awhile
That's an real gun
I know life will lay you
As the has lately done

Failing this, this,
me, my sweetest friend
To see what you anointed in pointing your gun

Lay it down! and slow!
is nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a dream
At the of my baby, out back:
Back on the watching the bats bring night in
- while, elsewhere, of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores

Last week our window produced a half-word
and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and her gape like a rattlesnake
And and labour over every intake

I a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher
"dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
And though you die, bird, you have a fine view"

Then in my hot
She slumped her weight
We through the poison oak
and inchoate

The were snapping
And you cuffed collars
I climbed the tree-house
how I hollered!
Well she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a or two

Then, saw the treetops, cocked her and up and flew
(while, back in the world that moves,
According to the hoarding of these
Dogs run roughly around
tufts of finch-down)

And the cities we were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand them hale and harmless
While down in the the crops are all coming;
We everything
Life is blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling gentleness

You by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and
And you wept, I was gone:
See, I got gone when I got
But I can't with say we survived

down, and down
And down, and
And down, and
without sound
The flames
You sleeper

Through below, and fire above, and fire within
Sleeped through the things that couldn't been if you hadn't have been

And when the fire away
Fire away, son
And why you say
I was the one?

All my bones they are gone, gone,
Take my bones, I don't none
Cold, cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!
all day on a cherry stone

Dig a little hole, not inches round
your pit in a hole in the ground
Weep upon the for the starving of me!
Till up a fine young cherry tree

Well when the breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to on your knee
What'll I do a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the

But I'm and freezing in my measly old bed!
Then i'll crawl across the flats to stroke your sweet head
Come the desert with no shoes on!
I you truly, or I love no-one

Fire away, son
Why you say
That I was the last
one

Clear the room! a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right you
And if the of a woman or two, dear,
Couldn't you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you