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

You in your sand shoal
Prayed for your soul
Sky was a roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
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 greasy engines a-skulkin'
Has gone
you're left to explain them to me
Released their hairless and blind cavalry

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

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

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

the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut 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 restless
of seaweed are swaddling
And you call the dusk
Of the musk of a
full of ink, until you sink into your crib

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

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

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

And the

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

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

I have got business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my down
I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
(and knowing how the condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you
Being a woman, a woman)

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

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

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

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

Toddle and
Teeth an bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and
Awkwardly molt along the

Are you
My
anymore?

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

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

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

week our picture window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a 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 rare
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher
Said: "dog nor vulture nor cat toy with you
And though you die, bird, you have a fine view"

Then in my hot
She slumped her sick
We tramped the poison oak
Heartbroke and

The dogs 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, cocked her and up and flew
(while, in the world that moves, often
According to the hoarding of clues
Dogs run roughly 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 blissful 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 when I got wise
But I can't certainty say we survived

Then down, and
And down, and
And down, and
without sound
The flames
You endless

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

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

All my bones are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, to chew on!
Suck all day on a stone

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

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

But I'm starving and freezing in my old bed!
Then i'll crawl across the salt to stroke your sweet head
Come across the 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 to be right behind you
And if the love of a or two, dear,
Couldn't you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you