Ice Eden
There is a Land that’s Lost,
Moon waxes in its Reeds,and all that’s turned to frostwith us, burns there and sees
It sees, for it has Eyes,
Earths they are, and bright
There is a Land that’s Lost,
Moon waxes in its Reeds,and all that’s turned to frostwith us, burns there and sees
It sees, for it has Eyes,
Earths they are, and bright
Only whenas a Shade I touch you,will you believe
Mouth, that climbs with Late-Minded things up therearound
Time-Courts, you come to the Hostof the Twice-Using amongthe Angels,
Stars
She combs her hair, like the dead are combed,
She carries the blue fragments under her robe
She bears the fragment-world on a single skein
She knows the words, but she only beams
Mitsamt meinen Steinen, den großgeweinten hinter den Gittern, schleiften sie mich in die Mitte des Marktes, dorthin, wo die Fahne sich aufrollt, der ich keinerlei Eid schwor
Flöte,
Doppelflöte der Nacht: denke der dunklen Zwillingsröte i...
Of chased Gold, asyou told me to,
Mother,
I shaped the Candlestick, out of whichshe darkens for me in the midst offracturing
Being-Dead’s Daughter
We are near,
Lord,near and at hand
Handled already,
Lord,clawed and clawing as thoughthe body of each of us wereyour body,
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundownwe drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at nightwe drink it and drink itwe dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfinedA man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writeshe writ...
Little Night: when youtake me within, within,up there,three Pain-Inches abovethe Floor: all the Shroud-Coats of Sand,all the Help-Nots,all, that stilllaughswith the Tongue -
Silence, like Gold cooked
Hands
Vast, grey,near as all that is
Sisterly-Shape:
The stone
The stone in the air, which I followed
Your eye, as blind as the stone
We werehands,we baled the darkness empty, we foundthe word that ascended summer:flower
I hear, the Axe has flowered,
I hear, the Place is un-nameable,
I hear, the Bread, that looks on him,heals the Hanged-Man,the Bread, his Wife baked for him,
I hear, they name Lifeour sole Refuge
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