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Sawdust And

the top of the flight
Of the wide, white
Through the rest of my
Do you for me there?

There's a in my ears
a wide white roar
Drop a bell the stairs
Hear it fall

Hear it forevermore

Drop a bell off of the
it out in the sea
Drowning as a rock;
And sounding

a light in the wings
Hits this of strings
the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the

And the
In our elbows and
us buckle as we couple in endless increase
As the admires

And the white dove
Made with love, with love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and pliers

Swings a low arc
its perch in the dark
Settle
Settle my desire

And the moment I slept I was swept up in a tremor
Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't

Then the furthermost shake drove a stake in
And me right down through my center
And I shouldn't say so, but I know it was then, or never

Push me into a tree
Bind my buttons salt
And fill my long ears with
please, please, please,
Love, you not!
No you not!

Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my
(cut cardboard and old magazines)
Makes me and rise like a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, is a circle of wood
A cord or two, you chop and you stack in your barrow

It is terribly good to carry water and chop
Streaked soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;
As I through the rafters
And the and pulleys trail after
And the holiest belfry burns

the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your pliers and you make your first incision
And in a moment of almost-unbearable
Doubled over the hunger of lions
me close', cooed the dove
Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and

I to say: why the long face?
Sparrow, perch and play of long face
Burro, buck and bray of long face!
Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold
to lift your long face

And though it may be madness, I will to the grave
precious longface
And though our bones they may break, and our separate
- why the long
And our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
- why the face?

In the of the waves
are pawing like dogs
Pitch we, and grave,
As I in my log

Then I a noise from the hull
days out to sea
And it is the bell!

And it - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
It for me!

And though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to
Still, my dear, I have walked you to the very edge of the water
And will recognise all the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter of the of my daughter

and darling, we will be fine, but what was and mine
to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
But if it's all just the same, then will you say my
Say my name in the morning, so I when the wave breaks?

I wasn't born of a or milked from a thistle at twilight
No, I was all horns and thorns, out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So: of this terror
We deserve to know
And grow evermore lighter and
You would have me through
But I not undo that desire

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

From the top of the
Of the wide, white
the rest of my life
Do you wait for me