Live With Me On Earth Under the Invisible Daylight Moon

Live with me on Earth among red berries and the bluebirdsAnd leafy young twigs whisperingWithin such little spaces, between such floors of green, such figures in the cloudsThat two of us could fill our lives with delicate wanting:Where stars past the spruce copse mingle with firefliesOr the dayscape flings a thousand...

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I Shout Love

I shout love in a blizzard'sscarf of curling cold,for my heart's a furred sharp-toothed thingthat rushes out whimperingwhen pain cries the sign writ on it.I shout love into your painwhen skies crack and falllike slivers of mirrors,and rounded fingers, blued as a great rake,pluck the balled yarn of your brain.I shout love...

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The Island

Since I'm Island-born home's as preciseas if a mumbly old carpenter,shoulder-straps crossed wrong,laid it out, refiguredto the last three-eighths of shingle.Nowhere that plowcut wormsheal themselves in red loam;spruces squat, skirts in sandor the stones of a river rattle its darktunnel under the elms,is there a spot not...

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I Should Love To Be Loved

I am neither infant nor happy grandfatherNor parent, nor loverOf anyone, of anyone.I am, as every man is, Majesty,The North Pole, the Secret, the Stranger,The will-o'-the-wisp in the distance, the will-o'-the-wisp in the distance.But alas! I cannot remain this way.I should like to show myself to the world,So that someone...

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Because You Love Me

Your eyes are mirrorsof blessed marvels,for they have seen me;you are the mistress,the cunning womanof the caress.A thousand times blessedare you as woman,for you have seen meand looked at me.Because you love meI also love you,because you love meyou are the woman,you are the fair....

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The Magyar Fallow

I walk on meadows run to weed,on fields of burdock and mallow.I know this rank and ancient ground -this is the Magyar fallow.I bow down to the sacred soil;this virgin ground is gnawed I fear.You skyward groping seedy weeds,are there no flowers here?While I look at the slumbering earth,the twisting vines encircle me,and...

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Behold My Treasures, Darling

Behold my treasures, darling,they are less than a Biblical farthing,behold the fate of a true and faithful life,look at my grey hairs departing.I didn't wander afarsadly I was proud to be a Magyar,and I got a misery, woe, misfortuneand I have reaped troubles galore.At loving I was pretty goodcouldn't be outdone even by...

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In Front Of Good Prince Silence

I walk the forest in the moonlightWhistle through my chattery teethStalking behind me ten feet tallGood Prince SilenceMercy, I tremble, dare not turn.Mercy, I tremble, dare not turn,And dare not gaze up, up to the moon:One false movement, one needless soundGood Prince SilenceWould step on me and tread me down....

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Longing For Love

Neither the issue nor the sire,neither fulfilment nor desiream I for anyone,am I for anyone.I am as all men, the sunless sea,the alien thule, mystery,a fleeing wisp of light,a fleeing wisp of light.But I must look for friends and brothers;I want to show myself to othersthat seeing they will see,that seeing they will see.For...

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