You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
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The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
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They enter as animals from the outer
Space of holly where spikes
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The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
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Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
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Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
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In Benidorm there are melons,
Whole donkey-carts full
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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
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Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
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A dream tree, Polly's tree:
a thicket of sticks,
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The woman is perfected
Her dead
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I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you fear.
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Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
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Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly
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Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
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Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,
Eyes rolled by white sticks,
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Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
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As the gods began one world, and man another,
So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere
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Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
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Now this particular girl
During a ceremonious april walk
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Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
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Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
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The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
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The horizons ring me like faggots,
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
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This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.
I have whirled the midwife's extractor,
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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in
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The engine is killing the track, the track is silver,
It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless.
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A Poem for Three Voices
Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about
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They are always with us, the thin people
Meager of dimension as the gray people
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Somebody is shooting at something in our town --
A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street.
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