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And there was a booming you
That night, black flew over the sea
And they lowing and shifting like
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 bread broke, fell in of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart

And there was a silence you took to something:
Run,
For you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black a-skulkin'
Has gone
While you're to explain them to me
Released their hairless and blind cavalry

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

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

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

the river was twisting 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
slowed to a stop in this heat
- in a coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Press on me: we are restless
Webs of are swaddling
And you upon the dusk
Of the of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you into your crib

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

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

Scrape your knee; it is skin
the sound of violins
And when I cut your hair, and leave the all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all

And the

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

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

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

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

I see the broke and wet after the rain
Little sister, he be back again
I have washed a thousand down the drain
Spiders hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe everyone
- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and
Be a woman, be a woman!

Though we felt the spray of the
We decided to till the tide rose too far
We afraid, cause we know what you are
And you know that we know you are

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

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

Are you
My
Mine

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

this, failing this,
Follow me, my friend
To see what you anointed in your gun there

Lay it down! and slow!
is nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk
At the of my baby, out back:
Back on the watching the bats bring 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 stood and watched her gape like a
And pant and labour over intake

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

in my hot hand
She slumped her weight
We tramped through the oak
Heartbroke and

The were snapping
And you their collars
While I 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 and up and flew
(while, back in the world that moves,
to the hoarding of these clues
Dogs still run around
tufts of finch-down)

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

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

Then down, and
And down, and
And down, and
without sound
The blameless
You sleeper

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

And when the fire moves
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, to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry

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

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

But I'm starving and in my measly old bed!
Then crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head
Come across the with no shoes on!
I love you truly, or I 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 move you to heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you