1924
#EnglishWriters #FemaleWriters #Feminists #Modernism
I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me
Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels
Spawn of Fantasies Silting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage “Once upon a time”
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy
The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin
The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises
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…
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
The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed
Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing
The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress
This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…
The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is a seedless pod the present pain. Not even pain has that precision
