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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Nor the sky winter blue of your eyes.Let your mammy keep hands off the chin.This is a high holy spatter of white on the reds and blues.Before the bottle was taken away,Before you so proudly began todayDrinking your milk from the rim of a cupThey did not splash this high holy white on your chin.There…
She sits in the dust at the walls
Bending at the benchWith fingers wage-anxious,Changing her sweat for the day’s pay.Now the noon hour has come,And she leans with her bare armsOn the window-sill over the river,Leans and feels at her throatCool-moving things out of the free open ways:At her throat and eyes and nostrilsThe touch and the blowing coolOf great free ways beyond…
Mary has a thingamajig clamped on her ears
Flashes and flashes–voies and voicescalling for ears to put words inFaces at the ends of wires asking for other facesat the ends of other wires:All day taking plugs out and sticking plugs in,Mary has a thingamajig clamped on her ears.
Riding against the east,
Purrs the motor-callOf the man-birdReady with the death-laughterIn his throatAnd in his heart alwaysThe love of the big blue beyond.Only a man,A far fleck of shadow on the eastSitting at easeWith his hands on a wheelAnd around him the large gray wings.Hold him, great soft wings,Keep and deal kindly, O wings,With the cool, calm shadow…
I wanted a man’s face looking into the jaws and throat of life
No gulp of the throat leaves the face in the endWith anything else than the old proud look:Even to the finish, dumped in the dust,Lost among the used-up cinders,This face, men would say, is a flash,Is laid on bones taken from the ribs of the earth,Ready for the hammers of changing, changing years,Ready for the…
I WILL keep you and bring hands to hold you against a great hunger.
I will stab you between the ribs of the left side with a great love worth remembering.