#English
The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother’s heirloom sideboard— Mapped with the scars of my whole… That came under the hammer.
Between Westminster and sunstruck… The desert has entered the flea’s… Like shut—eyed half—submerged Nil… The buildings tremble with breath. The mirage of river is so real
Against the rubber tongues of cows… Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open under a blue—blac… Every one a revengeful burst Of resurrection, a grasphed fistfu…
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond’s chamber and paves The flies’ furious arena: study These, the two minds of this lady.
The dog loved its churlish life, Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood An anarchy of mindless pride. Nobody’s pet, but good enough To double with a bitch as poor.
Farmers in the fields, housewives… Watch the burning aircraft across… As if a firefly and a spider fough… Far above the trees, between the w… They wait with interest for the ev…
With love so like fire they dared… Let it out into strawy small talk; With love so like a flood they dar… Let out a trickle lest the whole c… These two sat speechlessly:
I imagine this midnight moment’s f… Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my finge… Through the window I see no star:
I saw my world again through your… As I would see it again through y… Through your eyes it was foreign. Plain hedge hawthorns were peculia… A mystery of peculiar lore and doi…
The flame—red moon, the harvest mo… Rolls along the hills, gently boun… A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upwar… To lie on the bottom of the sky, l…
“No, the serpent did not Seduce Eve to the apple. All that’s simply Corruption of the facts. Adam ate the apple.
This house has been far out at sea… The woods crashing through darknes… Winds stampeding the fields under… Floundering black astride and blin… Till day rose; then under an orang…
Russia and America circle each ot… Threats nudge an act that were wit… A melting of the mould in the moth… Stones melting about the root. The quick of the earth burned out:
Great farmy whores, breasts bouncy… Like buttocks, and with buttocks l… Two white sows jammed in a sty doo… Are no dunghills for bawdry’s cock… Nor tigery tarts, with rubber back…
With nothing to brag about but the… Tearing boar-flesh and swilling al… A fermenting of huge-chested bragg… Got nowhere by sitting still To hear some timorous poet enlarge…
