Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman’s mouth of passion kisses, a nun’s mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem?
Who hurled this bomb of red caresses?-nodding balloon-film shooting its wireless every fraction of a second these June days:
Love me before I die;
Love me-love me now.
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Running free bloodIn the long, long campaign:Dreams go on.Among the leather saddles,In the heads of soldiersHeavy in the wracks and killsOf all straight fighting:Dreams go on.Among the hot muzzles,In the hands of soldiersBrought from flesh-folds of women–Soft amid the blood and crying–In all your hearts and headsAmong the guns and saddles and muzzles:Dreams,Dreams go on,Out…
Five geese deploy mysteriously.
Hearses with silver bugles,Bushes of plum-blossoms droppingFor ten mystic web-feet–Each his own drum-major,Each charged with the honorOf the ancient goose nation,Each with a nose-length surpassingThe nose-lengths of rival nations.Somberly, slowly, unimpeachably,Five geese deploy mysteriously.
Yes, the Dead speak to us.
Back of the clamps on a fireproof door they hold the papers of the Dead in a house hereAnd when two living men fall out, when one says the Dead spoke a Yes, and the other says the Dead spoke a No, they go then together to this house.They loosen the clamps and haul at…
A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here.
I might almost stand here and believe you alive.
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FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second floor of a famous sanatorium.
Yesterday she washed her hands forty seven times during her waking hours and in her sleep moaned restlessly attempting to clean imaginary soiled spots off her hands.Now the head physician touches his chin with a crooked forefinger.