Precipitations eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 28 pages of information about Precipitations.

Precipitations eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 28 pages of information about Precipitations.

AFTER YOUTH

Oh, that mysterious singing sadness of youth! 
Exotic colors in the lamplit darkness of wet streets,
Musk and roses in the twilight,
The moon in the park like a golden balloon...

Then to awaken and find the shadows fled,
The music gone... 
Empty, bleak! 
My soul has grown very small and shriveled in my body. 
It no longer looks out. 
It rattles around,
And inside my body it begins to look,
Staring all around inside my body,
Like a crab in a crevice,
Staring with bulging eyes
At the strange place in which it finds itself.

THE SHADOW THAT WALKS ALONE

The silence tugs at my breast
With formless lips,
Like a heavy baby,
Attenuates me,
Draws me through myself into it. 
I sit in the womb of an idiot,
Helpless before its mouthing tenderness. 
The huge flap ears are attentive,
And the soundless face bends toward me
In horrible lovingness.

BIBLE TRUTH

To die... 
Oh, cool river! 
To float there with nothing to resist—­

One ripple of silence spreads out from another. 
My spirit widens so,
Circle beyond circle. 
I hold up the stars no longer with the pupils of my eyes. 
Hands, legs, arms float off from me. 
I melt like flakes of snow.

I am no more opposed. 
I am no more.

THE MATERNAL BREAST

I walked straight and long,
But I never found you. 
I was looking for a hill of a hundred breasts,
A hill modeled after the statues of Diana of the Ephesians. 
I was looking for a hill of mounds hairy with grass,
And a place to lie down.

AIR FOR G STRING

White hands of God
With fingers like strong twigs flowering
Rock me in leaves of iron,
Leaves of blue.

Hands of God
Fashioned of clouds
Have finger tips that balance the almond white moon. 
The pale sky is a flower
White tipped and pink tipped with dawn. 
White hands of God gather the blossoms with fingers that hold me,
Cloud fingers like milk in the azure night,
Weaving strong chords.

DESTINY

I am lost in the vast cave of night. 
No sound but the far-off tinkle of stars,
And the cry of a bird
Muffled in shadows.

The light flows in remotely
Through the hollow moon,
Dim strange brilliance
From waters beyond the sky. 
Groping,
I listen to the harsh tinkle of the far-off stars,
Feel the clammy shadows about my shoulders.

THE RED CROSS

HECTIC

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