I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together.
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They
Like mutilated skulls they roll
Across the soul's white sand
And only she can make a wall
And only she can understand
Let my experience be a lamp displayed
To light the untried lover to his maid.
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Requisates
Of the moon,
Of the wind,
Of the frozen sea,
As ice, be thou,
As evening dew,
As the icicle,
As unsunned snow,
As orchids I shall bring to you-
To me if you are not these
What care I how you be
I shall know tranquillity.
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I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together. I have gathered all the gay ribbons in the world to wind around and around and around and around and around and around again around our two waists.
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Though we hear various reports of his existence we can never find the young wizard who is able so they say to graft the soul of a girl to the soul of her lover so that not even the sharp scissors of the Fates can ever sever them apart.
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Thorn In The Flesh
Thorn beneath the milk-white
Crowned with
In the flesh
Thorns beneath the
Rose without
On the ground
On the stalk
Thousands at her bidding speed
Countless mourn
Die without
Sunbeam in a winter's day
True as the dial to
True as the dial to
True as the dial
To you.
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Nor Look Behind
Remember Lot's wife
How like a woman in a barren field
No stronger than a flower
Not born in shame
Like the deaf adder
Adding fuel to the flame
Of virtue
Of weak minds
Of blame
In naked beauty more
The most when unadorned
Spare not nor look behind
Nor fear
Nor spare
The scorned.
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Ritual
Venus is sleeping with Fire
Because it is winter and cold
With Echo
(The sound of strange footsteps gold upon gold
As they pass through the door)
With Love
(As she goes to the Sun
And is seen by the world no more)
Among lanterns and torches
And flags unfurled
She and the Sun
Are not of this world.
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I Drink To The Sun
Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit of the moon into the red glass of my heart. I drink to the Sun who lies concealed in his bed under the sheets of night. In the morning he will rise like a Red Indian to run his marathon across the sky.
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Study for a Soul
the colors have begun to form
silvergray with cramoisy and gold
into an arrow carved by storm
beyond the fear of new and old
and where the arrow fits the bow
the untroubled darkness of her eyes
watches the red-gold target grow
strong is the sun that purifies
but I have sought in vain to find
the riddle of the bow and archer
there were no shadows left behind
after the heart's departure.
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