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Between Westminster and sunstruck… The desert has entered the flea’s… Like shut—eyed half—submerged Nil… The buildings tremble with breath. The mirage of river is so real
The clock says “When will it be m… The sun says “Noon hurt me.” The river cries with its mouthful… And the sea moves every way withou… Out of my ear grew a reed
The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…
A shattered army, Thames’ filthy… Not a beautiful spectacle For the drinkers of history, or fo… Or my friends, this island’s paral… Wordsworth’s head went down here s…
I saw my world again through your… As I would see it again through y… Through your eyes it was foreign. Plain hedge hawthorns were peculia… A mystery of peculiar lore and doi…
Great farmy whores, breasts bouncy… Like buttocks, and with buttocks l… Two white sows jammed in a sty doo… Are no dunghills for bawdry’s cock… Nor tigery tarts, with rubber back…
Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil… Who murdered all these? These living dead, that root in hi… Till he is visibly black?
Love struck into his life Like a hawk into a dovecote. What a cry went up! Every gentle pedigree dove Blindly clattered and beat,
At his begetting a Welsh adder Declaiming in Ayrshire against Di… With the jewel of Ireland under i… Entered his mother and for nine mo… The ghost confronted her in doorwa…
Bloody Mary’s venomous flames can… They can shrivel sinew and char bo… Of foot, ankle, knee and thigh, an… Bowels, and drop his heart a cinde… And her soldiers can cry, as they…
I climbed through woods in the hou… Evil air, a frost-making stillness… Not a leaf, not a bird,— A world cast in frost. I came out… Where my breath left tortuous stat…
“No, the serpent did not Seduce Eve to the apple. All that’s simply Corruption of the facts. Adam ate the apple.
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and a… That can no longer feel. But the carp is in its depth
The moon not o be named Going over, clear of all poetry, The exhauster of the poetical Faculties of our race, surrenderin… Of her fourth day rights, ignores…
The dog loved its churlish life, Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood An anarchy of mindless pride. Nobody’s pet, but good enough To double with a bitch as poor.
