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- I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately18 lines, 38 comments - Through portico of my elegant house you stalk
With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit15 lines, 4 comments - There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself-
Infinite, green, utterly untouchable.22 lines, 5 comments - The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees15 lines, 3 comments - The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars35 lines, 3 comments - Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,12 lines, 5 comments - How this tart fable instructs
And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap52 lines, 1 comment - Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.14 lines, 3 comments - Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb28 lines, 2 comments - I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you fear.42 lines, 3 comments - Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry18 lines, 3 comments - Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance14 lines, 1 comment - Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly56 lines, 1 comment - The day she visited the dissecting room
They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey,25 lines, 1 comment - As the gods began one world, and man another,
So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere28 lines, 2 comments - Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,36 lines, 1 comment - Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,27 lines, 3 comments - "This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.30 lines, 4 comments - On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook48 lines, 2 comments - The horizons ring me like faggots,
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.45 lines, 1 comment - This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.
I have whirled the midwife's extractor,50 lines - (Rock Lake, Canada)
In this country there is neither measure nor balance36 lines, 1 comment - The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in63 lines, 12 comments - The engine is killing the track, the track is silver,
It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless.34 lines, 1 comment - They are always with us, the thin people
Meager of dimension as the gray people47 lines, 8 comments - The photographic chamber of the eye
records bare painted walls, while an electric light51 lines, 1 comment - Somebody is shooting at something in our town --
A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street.60 lines - These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.
They grew their toes and fingers well enough,15 lines, 2 comments - Out here there are no hearthstones,
Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry.26 lines - If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression17 lines, 2 comments - In ruck and quibble of courtfolk
This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene25 lines - The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line
Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous,13 lines, 1 comment - The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering
Head alone shows you in the prodigious act56 lines, 1 comment - I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it26 lines - I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now:
This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one,56 lines - But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil20 lines, 1 comment - Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear
The warning whirr and burring of the bird14 lines - Blameless as daylight I stood looking
At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown,30 lines - The day you died I went into the dirt,
Into the lightless hibernaculum49 lines - In the rectory garden on his evening walk
Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was58 lines - I shall never get you put together entirely,
Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.30 lines - This is winter, this is night, small love --
A sort of black horsehair,36 lines, 1 comment - The black bull bellowed before the sea.
The sea, till that day orderly,26 lines - Mayday: two came to field in such wise :
`A daisied mead', each said to each,24 lines, 2 comments - Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers----
The rector, the midwife, the sexton, the agent for bees.55 lines - I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.42 lines, 1 comment - The smile of iceboxes annihilates me.
Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one!18 lines, 4 comments - Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?12 lines, 1 comment - Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone,
plunges headlong into that black pond15 lines, 2 comments
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