If I have made, my lady, intricate imperfect various things chiefly which wrong your eyes (frailer than most deep dreams are frail) songs less firm than your body's whitest song upon my mind - if I have failed to snare the glance too shy - if through my singing slips the very skillful strangeness of your smile the keen primeval silence of your hair
- let the world say "his most wise music stole nothing from death" - you will only create (who are so perfectly alive) my shame: lady whose profound and fragile lips the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul.
If I should sleep with a lady called death... (III)
if I should sleep with a lady called death get another man with firmer lips ` to take your new mouth in his teeth (hips pumping pleasure into hips).
Seeing how the limp huddling string of your smile over his body squirms kissingly, I will bring you every spring handfuls of little normal worms.
Dress deftly your flesh in stupid stuffs, phrase the immense weapon of your hair. Understanding why his eye laughs, I will bring you every year
something which is worth the whole, an inch of nothing for your soul.
In just
in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee
In spite of everything...
in spite of everything which breathes and moves,since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease) will smooth entirely our minds -before leaving my room i turn,and(stooping through the morning)kiss this pillow,dear where our heads lived and were.
In time of daffodils(who know)
in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me
It is at moments after I have dreamed
it is at moments after I have dreamed of the rare entertainment of your eyes, when(being fool to fancy)I have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise; at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile (it was through tears always) and silence moulds such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms are filled with fascination,when my breast wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep I watch the roses of the day grow deep.
