189.
He will be safer as a ferly-man if
men they have or are
he will be a leper-man in ordinary
land
his voice the bell to warn away the
fearful
because language is a holy terror
believe me
hide yourself in the silence of story
there’s always something left to
believe
dust for sparrows said the old
aesthete R. de G.
be bathed clean in what defiles us
Arbeit, heilende Welle in what defines us F.B.
how far inland we’ve been carried by
the wave
left where no other wave can come
lost among friends in a house of
one’s own.
190.
Poet heers a worke
beseeming you C.M.
not war but warbling kiss the girls
and make them cry
all the holy raptures of the local
mind
when I wanted clarion Gabriel renew
the world
now blow your horn and if you can
shock the morbid loves into new play
lila
mother of the mind the play of light
all over
the light was like a woman in the
trees man on a rock
and in our little ears the mountain
spoke
a fleet of do’s and don’t’s assails
the lucid now
I am the hole in your pocket
your hand can’t leave me alone.
