Involved in a silence such as the flowers know,
a child enters with a hold of insects and string.
In a corner which the sun has not yet reached,
her father is crouched like a tailor under Mrs.Blum.
The sensation of swallowing against one's will,
If we have risks, and we do, better to risk
Fragments of moths, the twilight chips and tatters
Of emptied conceptions of ourselves in relation
To a world that doesn't fall into one of those categories.
A sampler, complete with numbers, houses, lette [...]
While you sleep on beaches,
sometimes think of innocence;
of a red-haired girl
on the back of a whale.
The mermaid you imagine
finally sheds the sheath of her father,
and rides over several
dead navies, inspired.
Even the girls in the bathhou [...]
To brood hereafter
for pretending, in front of our own selves,
to be awake. Nothing bothers us!
We'd go to smash on earth.
And if we don't pin our plans
on the chandeliered stars
it's a failure of nerve.
On the jetty at Honfleur,
soldiers will take t [...]