Getting There
How far is it
How far is it now
The gigantic gorilla
Of the wheels move, they appall me —-The terrible
How far is it
How far is it now
The gigantic gorilla
Of the wheels move, they appall me —-The terrible
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,
Eyes rolled by white sticks,
Ears cupping the sea's incoherences,
You house your unnerving head—God-ball,
The
Rattles its pod, the
Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go
My landscape is a hand with no lines,
Love set you going like a fat gold watch
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald
Took its place among the elements
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival
Gold mouths cry with the green youngcertainty of the bronze boyremembering a thousand autumnsand how a hundred thousand leavescame sliding down his shoulder bladespersuaded by his bronze heroic reason
We ignore the coming doom of goldand we a...
Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm
You flicker
I cannot touch you
If you dissect a
To diagram the
You'll cut the
Articulating song
You bring me good news from the clinic,
Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight
Mummy-cloths, smiling:
I'm all right
I have no wit,
I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Empty,
I echo to the least footfall,
Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas
In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother
The insects are scant, skinny
In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither
Mornings dissipate in somnolence
Not easy to state the change you made
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit