Berket in high spirits–‘Ha, oranges! Let’s have one!’
And he made to snatch an orange from the vender’s cart.
Now so clever was the deception, so nicely timed
to the full sweep of certain wave summits,
that the rumor of the thing has come down through
three generations–which is relatively forever!
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The Turtle
Not because of his eyes,the eyes of a bird,but because he is beaked,birdlike, to do an injury,has the turtle attracted you.He is your only pet.When we are togetheryou talk of nothing elseascribing all sortsof murderous motivesto his least action.You ask meto write a poem,should I have a poem to write,about a turtle.The turtle lives in…
I lie here thinking of you:—
is upon the world!Yellow, yellow, yellowit eats into the leaves,smears with saffronthe horned branched the leanheavilyagainst a smooth purple sky!There is no lightonly a honey-thick stainthat drips from leaf to leafand limb to limbspoiling the colorsof the whole world-you far off there underthe wine-red selvage of the west!
The Archer is wake!
Gold against blueAn Arrow is lying.There is hunting in heaven–Sleep safe till tomorrow.The Bears are abroad!The Eagle is screaming!Gold against blueTheir eyes are gleaming!Sleep!Sleep safe till tomorrow.The Sisters lieWith their arms intertwining;Gold against blueTheir hair is shining!The Serpent writhes!Orion is listening!Gold against blueHis sword is glistening!Sleep!There is hunting in heaven–Sleep safe till tomorrow.
Gagarin says, in ecstasy,
gone on foreverhe floatedat and sangand when he emerged from thatone hundred eight minutes offthe surface ofthe earth he was smiling.Then he returnedto take his placeamong the rest of usfrom all that division andsubtraction a measureto and heelheel and toe he feltas if he hadbeen dancing
She sits with
her cheekher cheek onher handthe childin her laphis nosepressedto the glass
Mr T.
in a soiled undershirthis hair standing outon all sidesstood on his toesheels togetherarms gracefullyfor the momentcurled above his head.Then he whirled aboutboundedinto the airand with an entrechatperfectly achievedcompleted the figure.My mothertaken by surprisewhere she satin her invalid’s chairwas left speechless.Bravo! she cried at lastand clapped her hands.The man’s wifecame from the kitchen:What goes on here?…