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

You in your sand shoal
for your poor 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 heart

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

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

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

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

While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling
And I watched how the water was so neatly
treacly
Nearly slowed to a in this heat
- in a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles

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

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

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

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

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

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

But always up the mountainside you're
Groping blindly, hungry for
Picking through your 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 ghosts hang and dangelin'
Silently all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from
- nothing but a nuisance; now, dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman!

Though we the spray of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide too far
We weren't afraid, we know what 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, heather and
molt along the shore

Are you
My
anymore?

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

this, failing this,
Follow me, my friend
To see what you in pointing your 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 watching the bats night in
- while, elsewhere, of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, seashores unmapped

Last week our picture window produced a
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown
We and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And pant and labour over every

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

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

The dogs were
And you cuffed collars
While I the tree-house
how I hollered!
Well lain, as still 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 moves, often
According to the of these clues
Dogs run roughly around
tufts of finch-down)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well when the bough breaks, what'll you for me?
A little cabin to rest on your knee
What'll I do a trinket such as this?
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
Come the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly, or I no-one

Fire away, son
Why you say
I was the last one?
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,
move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, by you