I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads in black,this thing that moved oncearound flesh,and I call God a liar,
I say anything that movedlike thator knewmy namecould never diein the common verity of dying,and I pick up her love...
When all Thy mercies,
O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,
It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most
All my thoughts always speak to me of love,
Yet have between themselves such
That while one bids me bow with mind and sense,
A second saith, "Go to: look thou above";
Love is not all: it is not meat nor
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
All things bright and
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wondrous,
The
She's all my fancy painted him(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most
He said that you had been to her,
I like to think (andthe sooner the better
)of a cybernetic meadowwhere mammals and computerslive together in mutuallyprogramming harmonylike pure watertouching clear sky
I like to think(right now, please
)of a cybernetic forestfille...
By the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast — a cold wind
Beyond, thewaste of broad, muddy fieldsbrown with dried weeds, standing and fallenpatches of standing waterthe scattering o...
All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,
But the hands gripping the rifles were naked
And the hollow pits of the eyes stared, vacant and black,
When the moonlight shone
Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page And still wing on, untarnished of the name We pinion to your bodies to assuage Our envy of your freedom—we must maim Because we are usurpers, and chagrined— And take the wing and scar it in the hand
The winds of all the world bring agonies,
Day by day, hour by hour, into our ears;
Not only desolation, blood, and tears,
But cloud on cloud of suffocating lies