one
of those saints that have the gift of dreaming right
"Galilee Porch"
We have been poised a long time
like souls--like birds that practise
their songs in their dreams.
like souls--like birds that practise
their songs in their dreams.
"Attention to Seasonality"
I fold nature into
my gently bewildered body
as a girl leaves her hair
open to be enjoyed
by the moon's fine touch.
my gently bewildered body
as a girl leaves her hair
open to be enjoyed
by the moon's fine touch.
"Mappa Mundi"
The weather muses,
tastes like a field.
tastes like a field.
"To Compress Her Two Childhoods"
her tar-distilled crimson,
her coal-derived blues
her coal-derived blues
"Bleu de Paris"
its
throwaway gracefulness
throwaway gracefulness
"Consecrated Wafer"
Now her long hair
has a silent way of calling, immediately
knotted to the whole brown city.
has a silent way of calling, immediately
knotted to the whole brown city.
"Angel of the Countenance"
She is a room of the months
conceived between battles--
conceived between battles--
"Ironer with Backlight"
She saw her body alone,
without a soul,
and felt as if one in five birds had flown out
from behind the garden of her spine.
*
his face lit up
immoderately, as if he were one of the highest
angels who are all fire.
without a soul,
and felt as if one in five birds had flown out
from behind the garden of her spine.
*
his face lit up
immoderately, as if he were one of the highest
angels who are all fire.
"La Rosa de Santa Rosa"
the evenness
of the day when there is no
weighing
of the day when there is no
weighing
"My Must"
secretly turning the hour glass
in my pocket for its gruesome,
sweet infinity
in my pocket for its gruesome,
sweet infinity
"My Sister's Way to Make Mead"
If I stood too close I suffocated
I was so very concentrated there
if I touched it I was too easily inspired
because it was touch itself which returned
as a kind of ghost--I have learned to live
in peace with what there is
I was so very concentrated there
if I touched it I was too easily inspired
because it was touch itself which returned
as a kind of ghost--I have learned to live
in peace with what there is
"She Thinks She Sees Clarissa"
veils of colour hang around like languid
angels
*
while language comes in, on duty
and on time, shredding newspapers,
with its killing bite, its quiet bite,
its starling style
angels
*
while language comes in, on duty
and on time, shredding newspapers,
with its killing bite, its quiet bite,
its starling style
"The Dependent Nature of Lines"
doors of lawless scarlet,
a purple that can be tied
a purple that can be tied
"Lemon with Wine Jug"
After wearing his name, shining, unbruised,
in this world of abrasion
in this world of abrasion
"Soul Candles"
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