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My life comes and goes.
My life comes and goes.
Short flight, free rows:
I lie down and doze.

My life came and went.
My life came and went.
Short flight; free descent.

Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night, alone
Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth
Autumn has come to my hometown

Friendly voices, dead and gone,
Singing, Star of the country down
Even the ghosts help raise the barn

We sailed away on a winter's day
with fate as malleable as clay;
but ships are fallible, I say,
and the nautical, like all things, fades

And I can recall our caravel:
a little wicker beetle shell
with four fine maste and lateen sails,

That means no
where I come from.
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come.

I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose
feels so good to be a rose.

Oh don't, don't you life me up

When you ate I saw your eyelashes
Saw them shake like wind on rushes In the corn field when she called me
Moths surround me, thought they'd drown me
And I miss your precious heart
And I miss your precious heart
Dried rose petal, red brown circles
Framed your eyes and stained your knuckles
Dried rose petal, red brown circles

The diver is my love
(and I am his, if I am not deceived),
who takes one breath above, for every hour below the sea;
who gave to me a jewel
worth twice this woman's life (but would cost her less
than laying at low tide,
to see her true love phosphoresce).

The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow

This place is damp and ghostly
I am already gone
And the halls were lined
With the disembodied
And the dustly wings
Which fell from flesh
Gasplessly

Dear charming kite,
Do litely bite
The foggy fields, the lowing lanes
The rickety roads and the kneeling plains
Oh lazy light
With massive might

You dare my dream of snowy cloth

Last night, again,
you were in my dreams.
Several expendable limbs were at stake.
You were a prince, spinning rims,
all sentiments indian-given
and half-baked.
I was brought
in on a palanquin

Twenty miles left to the shore
Hello my old country hello
Stars are just beginning to appear
And I have never in my life before been here

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot ply
That base conclusion you may write
Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry

What we built, at the kiln that won’t be stilled,
did not set well:

The old veil of desire,
like vessels that we fired,
fell thin as eggshells.

And every season, somebody burns,

From the courtyard, I floated in
and watched it go down.
Heard the cup drop;
thought, "Well,
that's why they keep them around."
The blackguard sat hard, down,
with no head on him now,
and I felt so bad,

I was tired o' being drunk
My face cracked like a joke
So I swung through here like a brace of jackrabbits
With their necks all broke

I stumbled at the door with my boot
And I knocked against the jamb
And I scrabbled at your chest like a mute

Hay and a clean stall
And ivy on a garden wall
And a sign saying sold
And no coat for the bad cold

I believe in you.
Do you believe in me?
What do you want to do?

Hey hey hey, the end is near!
On a good day,
you can see the end from here.
But I won't turn back, now,
though the way is clear;
I will stay for the remainder.

I saw a life, and I called it mine.

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and I'm oozing suprise.

But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray

There is a spring, not far from here,
The water runs both sweet and clear —
both sweet and clear, and cold:
could crack your bones
with veins of gold.

I stood, a-wagging, at the tap;
just a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap.

Sadie
White coat
You carry me home
And bury this bone
And take this pinecone

Bury this bone
To gnaw on it later, gnawing on the telephone

It's the same old lady, putting out the wash,
Standing in the rain, in her mackintosh,
Same old lady standing in the rain
The thought of New York was going insane

Hey little leaf, lying on the ground
Now you're turning slightly brown
Why don't you get up on the tree

The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lorn and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand

Which plays along the monument
And drums upon a plastic bag

So, so long ago,
and so far away,
when Time was just a line
that you fed me,
when you wanted to stay,

we'd talk
as soft as chalk,

I slept all day
awoke with distaste
and I railed,
and I raved

That the difference between
the sprout and the bean
is a golden ring,

We should shine a light on
A light on
And the book of right-on is right on
It was right on

We should shine a light on
A light on
And the book of right-on is right on

We should shine a light on, a light on.
And the book of right-on's right on,
it was right on.

We should shine a light on, a light on.
And the book of right-on's right on,
it was right on.

Bottom of the ninth inning
At which I stray through the crowd
First it was what I call quiet
Then it was biblically loud

You should have seen how they tumbled
You should have seen how they danced
You should have seen them all luscious and lean

If I had the space of half a day
I'm ashamed of half of things I'd say
I'm ashamed to have to map this way
My desire to make amends

But it don't make no difference now
And no one's listening anyhow
And lists of sins and a solemn vow

Svetlana sucks lemons across from me
And I am progressing abominably
And I do not know my own way to the sea
But the saltiest sea knows its own way to me

And the city that turns, turns protracted and slow
And I find myself toeing the embarcadero
And I find myself knowing the things that I knew

There was a knight and a lady bright
And three little babes had she
She sent them away to a far country
To learn their grammar
They hadn't been gone but a very short time
About three months and a day
When the lark spread over this whole wide world
And taken those babes away

Time passed hard,
and the task was the hardest thing she'd ever do.
But she forgot,
the moment she saw you.

So it would seem to be true:
when cruel birth debases, we forget.
When cruel death debases,

I believed they had got what they came for;
I believed our peril was done,
on the eve of the last of the Great Wars,
after three we had narrowly won.
(But the fourth,
it was carelessly done.)

I saw his ship in it's whistling ascension,

And what do you remember most?
The line of the sea, seceding the coast?
Fine capillaries, glowing with cars?
The comfort you drew from the light of the stars?

And how long did you climb that night,
with the ice in your lungs, on the rungs of the light?
Beyond recall, you severed all strings