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The Poles
The Poles
The Poles
are within us,
insurmountable
while Awake,
we sleep across, to the Gate
of Mercy,
The Triumph Of Achilles
The Triumph Of Achilles
In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they …
Psalm
Psalm
No-man kneads us again out of Earth and Loam,
no-man spirits our Dust.
No-man.
Praise to you, No-man.
Tallow Lamp
Tallow Lamp
The monks with hairy fingers opened the book: September.
Now Jason pelts with snow the newly sprouting grain.
The forest gave you a n…
On my Right
On my Right
On my Right – who? The Death-Woman.
And you, on my Left, you?
The Wandering-Sickles in extraheavenly
Place
mi…
Night Ray
Night Ray
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one:
to her I send the coffin of lightest wood.
Waves billow round it as round…
Little Night
Little Night
Little Night: when you
take me within, within,
up there,
three Pain-Inches above
the Floor:
all the …
In Front of a Candle
In Front of a Candle
I formed the holder of gold,
as you told me to mother,
gold, out of which She comes,
a shade, to me, in the middle <…
I Can Still See You
I Can Still See You
I can still see you: an Echo,
to be touched with Feeler-
Words, on the Parting-
Ridge.
Your fac…
Ice, Eden
Ice, Eden
There is a Land that’s Lost,
Moon waxes in its Reeds,
and all that’s turned to frost
with us, burns there and sees.
Death Fugue
Death Fugue
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and…
Fugue of Death
Fugue of Death
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink i…
Count The Almonds
Count The Almonds
Count the Almonds,
count, what was bitter, watched for you,
count me in:
I sought your Eye, as it opene…
Cologne
Cologne
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
…
Alchemical
Alchemical
Silence, like Gold cooked in
charred
Hands.
Vast, grey,
near as all that is Lost
Siste…
Afternoon Of Circus And Citadel
Afternoon Of Circus And Citadel
In Brest, before the Fire-Hoops burning,
In the Tent, where Tigers sprang,
there I heard you, Finite, singing,
Your Feet
Your Feet
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they …
Your Laughter
Your Laughter
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take awa…
We Are Many
We Are Many
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They…
XVII (I do not love you...)
XVII (I do not love you...)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as c…
Walking Around
Walking Around
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried…
Waltz
Waltz
I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
sleeping at a distance.
…
Tower Of Light
Tower Of Light
O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in …