1924
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Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy
Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven
The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets
Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love
The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is a seedless pod the present pain. Not even pain has that precision
Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased
Man of absolute physical equilibri… You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your… Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yours…
This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…
The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress
The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin
IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed. AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision. THE straight line and the circle are t...
We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…
