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In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback… Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts high among… And palavers of birds
It’s my belief that every man Should do his share of work, And in our economic plan No citizen should shirk. That in return each one should get
And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the w… When their bones are picked clean… They shall have stars at elbow and…
Once it was the colour of saying Soaked my table the uglier side of… With a capsized field where a scho… And a black and white patch of gir… The gentle seaslides of saying I…
O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made o… The curless counted body, And ruin and his causes
Hold hard, these ancient minutes i… Under the lank, fourth folly on G… As the green blooms ride upward, t… Time, in a folly’s rider, like a c… Over the vault of ridings with his…
Being but men, we walked into the… Afraid, letting our syllables be s… For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings…
Half of the fellow father as he do… His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow… Half of the fellow mother as she d… To-morrow’s diver in her horny mil… Bisected shadows on the thunder’s…
From love’s first fever to her pla… And to the hollow minute of the wo… From the unfolding to the scissore… The time for breast and the green… When no mouth stirred about the ha…
Before I knocked and flesh let en… With liquid hands tapped on the wo… I who was shapeless as the water That shaped the Jordan near my ho… Was brother to Mnetha’s daughter
Sometimes the sky’s too bright, Or has too many clouds or birds, And far away’s too sharp a sun To nourish thinking of him. Why is my hand too blunt
Grief thief of time crawls off, The moon-drawn grave, with the sea… The knave of pain steals off The sea-halved faith that blew tim… The old forget the cries,
O make me a mask and a wall to shu… Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and t… Rape and rebellion in the nurserie… Gag of dumbstruck tree to block fr… The bayonet tongue in this undefen…
Was there a time when dancers with… In children’s circuses coul stay t… There was a time they could cry ov… But time has set its maggot on the… Under the arc of the sky they are…
When, like a running grave, time t… Your calm and cuddled is a scythe… Love in her gear is slowly through… Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hea… Hauled to the dome,