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

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

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

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

It was a dark dream, darlin', over
The is beneath the clover
his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless hound-dog choking on a

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

While the river was and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the breeze
And I how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone
Nearly slowed to a stop in this
- in a frenzy coiling flush along the beneath

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

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

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

Scrape your it is only skin
Makes the of violins
And when I cut hair, and leave 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
the night is over
on!
on!
Hold your horses from the fickle dawn

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

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

I see the blossoms and wet after the rain
sister, he will be back again
I washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming trees
In tiny nooses, from everyone
- but a nuisance; gone 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 what you are
And you that we know what you are

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

and roll;
Teeth an bit of leather
While yarrow, and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt 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,
Follow me, my sweetest
To see what you anointed in pointing gun there

Lay it down! and slow!
There is nowhere to go, up
Up where the light, undiluted, is in a drunk dream
At the sight of my baby, out
on the patio watching the bats bring night in
- while, elsewhere, estuaries of
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores

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

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

Then in my hot
She her sick weight
We tramped through the oak
and inchoate

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

Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and
(while, in the world that moves, often
According to the hoarding of clues
Dogs still run around
Little of finch-down)

And the we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand made hale and harmless
down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;
We everything
Life is thundering blissful death
In a stampede of his fumbling green

You stopped by, I was all
In my doorway, we and jived
And when you wept, I was
See, I got when I got wise
But I can't with certainty say we

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

Through fire below, and fire above, and fire
Sleeped through the things that couldn't 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
Take my bones, I don't none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to on!
all day on a cherry stone

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

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

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

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,
Couldn't move you to such heights, all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you