The last pose flickered, failed
The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; and as I stumbled out The curtain rose
A fat girl with a pout And legs like hams, began to sing "His Mother"<...
II know not if it was a dream
I viewedA city where the restless multitude,
Between the eastern and the western
Had reared gigantic fabrics, strong and rude
Constantly near you,
I never in my entiresixty-four years knew you so well as yesterdayor half so well
We talked
you were never so lucid, so disengaged from all exigenciesof place and time
If you show patience,
I'll rid you of this virtue
If you fall asleep,
I'll rub the sleep from your eyes
You mustn't show weaknessand you've got to have a tan
But sometimes I feel like the thin veilsof Jewish women who faintat weddings and on Yom Kippur
You mustn't show weaknessand you've got to make a listof all the things you can loadin a...
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear
What
is it She, which on the other
Goes richly painted