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

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

And there was a silence you to mean something:
Run,
For alive you evermore be
And the plague of the greasy engines a-skulkin'
Has east
While left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind

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

It was a dark dream, darlin', it's
The is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay,
A toothless choking on a feather

But I took my (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:
it gently
To the you've lent me

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

Press on me: we are restless
Webs of seaweed are
And you call the dusk
Of the of a squid
Shot full of ink, you sink into your crib

Rowing along, the reeds, among 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 cinder smoking

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

Scrape your knee; it is skin
Makes the of violins
And I cut your 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, trudging
The weeps; "so long"

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

I have got some business out at the of town
Candy both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of
(and knowing how the common-folk
What it is I do, to you, to keep you
Being a woman, a woman)

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

I see the blossoms broke and wet the rain
Little sister, he will be again
I have washed a thousand down the drain
Spiders hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming cherry
In tiny nooses, safe everyone
- nothing but a nuisance; now, dead 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, cause we know you are
And you that we know what you are

atoll
O, incalculable and sorrow!
Bawl,
Sibyl sea-cow, all up in a bow

and roll;
Teeth an impalpable bit of
While yarrow, and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt the shore

Are you
My
Mine

with me for awhile
That's an real gun
I know will lay you down
As the lightning has lately

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

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

Last our picture window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a bird
We stood and watched her gape like a
And pant and labour over every

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

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

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

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

And the cities we passed were a wasteland
But his hand in my hand made them and harmless
While down in the lowlands the are all coming;
We have
Life is thundering blissful death
In a of his fumbling green gentleness

You by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we and jived
And when you wept, I was
See, I got when I got wise
But I with certainty say we survived

Then down, and
And down, and
And down, and
Stoke without
The flames
You sleeper

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

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

All my bones are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, to chew on!
all day on a cherry stone

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 grow a young cherry tree

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

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