OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of such scrupulous liars, out of perjurers whose hands swore by God to the white sun before all men,

And she sent him word she loved him so much,So much, and death was nothing; work, art, home,All was nothing if her love for him was not firstOf all; the patter of her lips ran, I love him,I love him; and he knew the doors that openedInto doors and more doors, no end of doors,And…

A name is a cheap thing all fathers and mothers leave each child:A job is a job and I want to live, soWhy does God Almighty or anybody else care whether I take a new name to go by?

And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at herFeet, snuggle at her Breasts.

Let ’em hawk their caw and caw.Let the woodpecker drum and drum on a hickory stump.He has been swimming in red and blue pools somewhere hundreds of yearsAnd the blue has gone to his wings and the red has gone to his head.Let his red head drum and drum.Let the dark pools hold the birds…

I could hold youas branches in the windbrandish petals.Forgive me for speaking so soon.Let your heart lookon white sea sprayand be lonely.Love is a fool star.You and a ring of starsmay mention my nameand then forget me.Love is a fool star.

Hunting a clean dry arch,A corner for a sleep-This flutters here in a woman’s hand.A singing sleep cry,A drunken poignant two lines of song,Somebody looking clean into yesterdayAnd remembering, or looking clean intoTo-morrow, and reading,-This sings here as a woman’s sleep cry sings.Pigeon friend of mine,Fly on, sing on.