The Campbell brothers showed me how to love Jesus.
yours is the music for no instrument
yours the preposterous colour unbehled
-mine the unbought contemptuous intent
till this our flesh merely shall be excelled
by speaking flower
___________________(if i have made songs
it does not greatly matter to the sun,
nor will rain care
_________________cautiously who prolongs
unserious twilight) shadows have begun
the hair's worm huge, ecstatic, rathe . . . .
yours are the poems i do not write.
In this at least we have got a bulge on death,
silence, and the keenly musical light
of sudden nothing . . . . la bocca mia "he
kissed wholly trembling"
________________________or so thought the lady.
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