Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the
street, flaws of grey,
windy sleet!
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How should I sing when buffeting salt waves
I toss, a cockleshell? The dreadful nightMarshals its undefeated dark and ravesIn brutal madness, reeling over gravesOf vanquished men, long-sunken out of sight,Sent wailing down to glut the ghoulish spriteWho haunts foul seaweed forests and their caves.No parting cloud reveals a watery star,My cries are washed away upon the wind,My cramped and blistering hands can…
The fountain bent and straightened itself
Blowing like a flower.It gleamed and glittered,A tall white lily,Under the eye of the golden moon.From a stone seat,Beneath a blossoming lime,The man watched it.And the spray patteredOn the dim grass at his feet.The fountain tossed its water,Up and up, like silver marbles.Is that an arm he sees?And for one momentDoes he catch the moving…
Have at you, you Devils!
For you’re nothing so niceThat the hind-side of meWould escape your assault.Come on now, all three!Here’s a dandified gentleman,Rapier at point,And a wrist which whirls roundLike a circular joint.A spatter of blood, man!That’s just to anointAnd make supple your limbs.‘Tis a pity the silkOf your waistcoat is stained.Why! Your heart’s full of milk,And so full,…
Thou father of the children of my brain
How can I thank thee for this gift of artPoured out so lavishly, and not in vain.What thou created never more can die,Thy fructifying power lives in meAnd I conceive, knowing it is by thee,Dear other parent of my poetry!For I was but a shadow with a name,Perhaps by now the very name’s forgot;So strange…
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed
and weeping as in shame. Cold November dawn peeping through the windows,cold dawn creeping over the floor, creeping up his cold legs,creeping over his cold body, creeping across his cold face.A glaze of thin yellow sunlight on the staring eyes. Wind howlingthrough bent branches. A wind which never dies down. Howling, wailing.The gazing eyes glitter…
Send sunflowers!
I am calling the birdsTo sing upon the sunflowers.For when the clouds hear them singingThey will come quickly,And rain will fall upon our fields.Send sunflowers!