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Book: The Walls Of Glass
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Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
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I, after difficult entry through my mother's blood
And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);
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Is it sounds
converging,
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Bells overbrim with sound
And spread from cupolas
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You cannot see the walls that divide your hand
From his or hers or mine when you think you touch it.
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If a man says half himself in the light, adroit
Way a tune shakes into equilibrium,
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Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell,
Cats' meetings are neat, tactual, caressive.
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The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
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Acknowledge the drum's whisper.
Yield to its velvet
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Serrations of chimneys
Stone-black perforate
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The birds' shrill fluting
Beats on the pink blind,
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To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not
Even ostentatiously alone but simply
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Suddenly, desperately
I thought, "No, never
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The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.
The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the wry
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Wouldn't you say,
Wouldn't you say: one day,
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Light's patterns freeze:
Frost on our faces.
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Green sea-tarnished copper
And sea-tarnished gold
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Clothes: to compose
The furtive, lone
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It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:
To offer you now at last my least and my worst:
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When you are slightly drunk
Things are so close, so friendly.
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Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased
As my bones have grown, my height increased.
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Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces,
Under the sharp circumference, the brightness,
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This shape without space,
This pattern without stuff,
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Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,
Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them down to its core;
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Climb, claim your shelf-room, far
Packed from inquisitive moon
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The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.
The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.
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Old women look intently at Nothing when the doctor
announces a cancer, dark fruit, under the
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Music curls
In the stone shells
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Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos;
Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear;
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(Windless Summer)
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We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;
Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:
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We being so hidden from those who
Have quietly borne and fed us,
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Stairs fly as straight as hawks;
Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing
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The tube lift mounts,
sap in a stem,
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People who are afraid of themselves
Multiply themselves into families
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Light drunkenly reels into shadow;
Blurs, slurs uneasily;
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