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And was a booming above you
That night, black flew over the sea
And they lowing and shifting like
whales
Shelled
As you strained and you to see
The of their hairless and blind cavalry

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

And was a silence you took to mean something:
Run,
For alive you evermore be
And the of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
Has gone
While you're left to them to me
Released from hairless and blind cavalry

With hands in your pockets, stubbily running
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 dream, darlin', it's over
The is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay,
A toothless hound-dog choking on a

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

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

on me: we are restless things
Webs of are swaddling
And you call upon the
Of the musk of a
Shot full of ink, until you sink into crib

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

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

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

And the

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

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

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

But up the mountainside you're clambering
blindly, hungry for anything:
Picking your pocket linings - well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh

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

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

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

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

Are you
My
Mine

with me for awhile
That's an awfully gun
I know life lay you down
As the lightning has done

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

Lay it down! and slow!
There is 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 the bats bring night in
- while, elsewhere, of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards unmapped

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

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

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

The were snapping
And you their collars
While I climbed the
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
still run roughly around
Little of finch-down)

And the cities we were a flickering wasteland
But his in my hand made them hale and harmless
While in the lowlands the crops are all coming;
We have
Life is thundering towards death
In a stampede of his green 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 say we survived

down, and down
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 couldn't been if you hadn't have been

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

All my bones are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I need none
Cold, cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry

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

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

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

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