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There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than… Children kept from the sun Assembled at his tongue
There once was a Square, such a s… And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a flirt and around her… Vainly she made him dangle. Oh he wanted to wed and he had no…
When I woke, the town spoke. Birds and clocks and cross bells Dinned aside the coiling crowd, The reptile profligates in a flame… Spoilers and pokers of sleep,
Altarwise by owl-light in the half… The gentleman lay graveward with h… Abaddon in the hangnail cracked fr… And, from his fork, a dog among th… The atlas-eater with a jaw for new…
Friend by enemy I call you out. You with a bad coin in your socket… You my friend there with a winning… Who palmed the lie on me when you… Brassily at my shyest secret,
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…
There are strange things done in t… By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secr… That would make your blood run col… The Northern Lights have seen que…
I make this in a warring absence w… Each ancient, stone-necked minute… Harbours my anchored tongue, slips… When, praise is blessed, her pride… Sailed and set dazzling by the han…
Once below a time, When my pinned-around-the-spirit Cut-to-measure flesh bit, Suit for a serial sum On the first of each hardship,
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour an… And the mussel pooled and the hero… Priested shore The morning beckon
From love’s first fever to her pla… And the hollow minute of the womb, From the unfolding to the scissore… The time for breast and the green… When no mouth stirred about the ha…
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel f… (Sighed the old ram rod, dying of… I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wo… The rude owl cried like a tell-tal…
'If my head hurt a hair’s foot Pack back the downed bone. If the… Bump on a spout let the bubbles ju… Sooner drop with the worm of the r… Than bully ill love in the clouted…
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,
The bows glided down, and the coas… Blackened with birds took a last l… At his thrashing hair and whale-bl… The trodden town rang its cobbles… Then good-bye to the fishermanned
