The petals swing
To my fingering
Is it you, or you, or you?
Tender only to one
I do not know his name
And the friends who fall
To the petals’ call
May think my love to blame.
Tender only to one
This petal holds a clue
The face it shows
But too well knows
Who I am tender to.
Tender only to one,
Last petal’s latest breath
Cries out aloud
From the icy shroud
His name, his name is Death.
Nature has taught her creatures to hateMan that fusses and fumesUnquiet manAs the sap rises in the treesAs the sap paints the trees a violent greenSo rises the wrath of Nature’s creaturesAt manSo paints the face of Nature a violent green.Nature is sick at manSick at his fuss and fumeSick at his agoniesSick at his…
I like to be held and lightly kissed,Safe from all alarms.I like to laugh and be happyWith a beautiful kiss,I tell you, in all the worldThere is no bliss like this.
Not entirely negligible partIn consolidating at the very startThe position of the Early Christian Church.Initiatory rights are always bloodyIn the lions, it appearsFrom contemporary art, made a studyOf dyeing Coliseum sands a ruddyLiturgically sacrificial hueAnd if the Christians felt a little blue-Will people being eaten often do.Theirs was the death, and there’s was a crown…
This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ.Airy, in an airy manner in an airy parkland walking,Others take him by the hand, lead him, do the talking.But the Form, the airy One, frowns an airy frown,What they say he knows must be, but he looks aloofly down,Looks aloofly at…
But when I asked them to explainThey grew a little wild.How do you know your Bog is doodMy darling little child?We know because we wish it soThat is enough, they cried,And straight within each infant eyeStood up the flame of pride,And if you do not think it soYou shall be crucified.Then tell me, darling little…
I knew my Lord was risen again, –Wild dog, wild dog, you bark in vain.
