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

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

And was a silence you took to mean something:
Run,
For you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black engines
Has east
you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind

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

It was a dream, darlin', it's over
The is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is clay, forever
A hound-dog choking on a feather

But I took my fishingpole (fearing fever)
Down to the swimminghole, there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the - i'd bring it here:
it gently
To the you've lent me

While the river was and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the was kneading so neatly
treacly
Nearly to a stop in this heat
- in a coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Press on me: we are things
of seaweed are swaddling
And you call upon the
Of the musk of a
Shot of ink, until you sink into your crib

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

And when the fire away
Fire away, son
Why you say
I was the last

Scrape your knee; it is skin
Makes the of violins
And when I cut your hair, and the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman all women

And the

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

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

I have got some business out at the edge of
weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the of them
(and knowing how the common-folk
it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, a woman)

But always up the you're clambering
Groping blindly, hungry for
through your pocket linings - well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh

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

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

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

Toddle and
an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and
molt along the shore

Are you
My
Mine

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

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

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

Last week our picture produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a bird
We and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And pant and over every intake

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

in my hot hand
She her sick weight
We tramped the poison oak
and inchoate

The were snapping
And you cuffed their
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, her head and up and flew
(while, back in the that moves, often
According to the of these clues
Dogs run roughly around
tufts of finch-down)

And the we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the crops are all
We have
Life is blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling green

You stopped by, I was all
In my doorway, we shucked and
And you wept, I was gone:
See, I got gone I got wise
But I with certainty say we survived

Then down, and
And down, and
And down, and
Stoke sound
The blameless
You endless

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

And the fire moves away
moves away, son
And why you say
I was the last

All my they are gone, gone, gone
my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to on!
Suck all day on a stone

Dig a little hole, not three inches
Spit pit in a hole in the ground
upon the spot for the starving of me!
Till up grow a young cherry tree

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

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

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

Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a
Get going, and I'm to be right behind you
And if the of a woman or two, dear,
move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you