A great wound.

Young lord.

Love crucified is like any other beast.

You who have been to us

More than honey and the pace of the wind,

More than the horses of the sea ot the Artemisian dawn,

Who who have had each our maidenhood

O Initiator

Now you hang there

Like a 'Broken Doll'.

Love I pity you,

Pain has spoiled your beauty.

Eros of the heavens

Become initiate with Christ and the rest.

O Beauty of the world!

O parched livid body!

What are you breathing my heart?

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67.

On those great autumn nights
Lever return....
Her hate dreve mine away,
He walked between dim houses into the stream of the world.

In this vast room
Night after night
I consider.

The Watcher of my body goes apart
Discending the unfathomable wells.

I lie where we lay,
But the Watcher sinks soundless in the uncoloured stream.

You will not come again...

She comes
She hated you.
Even when you had gone
Like a whip-snake
Her hate followed you.
A little snake over the polished floor
It followes even your memory
Into this house,
Into my mind.

I also have crawled wit h the snake in the dust
Remembering you.

Seen she will come in,
Delicate, indifferent, absorbed
In her cold dream.
She hated you.

She will bend down and kiss me
On the cushions where we have been together
On the violet bed.

And you stand
In the perch, an adorable shadow.
You narrow your eyes,
You are about to smile.
Yours is the immortal understanding.
But you will not come in.

............

Though she sneered,
Said I'd done her,
Asked for more.....
I should still seek my peace,
Still watch for a live mouse,
Still remember
The purple tides of the Atlantic and the golden wind.

Since he's gone
Better taste the remembered peace alone
The remembered peace alone.
Try my teeth but not my heart on the white bone.

She will never run away
While that row
Of insinuating shops
Link our houses.

She will always speculate
On the night I buy the lot.....
Cigarettes and brandied cherries,
Vau pique,
Bombkuchen and cordial mécdec.