This trumpeter of nothingness, employed
To keep our reason dull and null and void.
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One day people will touch and talk perhaps
easily,
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This is not Love, perhaps,
Love that lays down its life,
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We are a people living in shells and moving
Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious;
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I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
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In love's dances, in love's dances
One retreats and one advances,
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Within the church
The solemn priests advance,
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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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Bells overbrim with sound
And spread from cupolas
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If a man says half himself in the light, adroit
Way a tune shakes into equilibrium,
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The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
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Serrations of chimneys
Stone-black perforate
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To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not
Even ostentatiously alone but simply
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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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Light's patterns freeze:
Frost on our faces.
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Clothes: to compose
The furtive, lone
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When you are slightly drunk
Things are so close, so friendly.
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Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces,
Under the sharp circumference, the brightness,
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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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The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.
The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.
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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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We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;
Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:
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Stairs fly as straight as hawks;
Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing
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People who are afraid of themselves
Multiply themselves into families
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The birds' shrill fluting
Beats on the pink blind,
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Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased
As my bones have grown, my height increased.
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Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell,
Cats' meetings are neat, tactual, caressive.
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This shape without space,
This pattern without stuff,
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