Lines to Music Ride out at... «Collected Poems»
robot1 июня 2017Lines to Music Ride out at midnight, You will meet your sun. Into what arsenal now seem fallen The germs of the plum and the peppercorn? The born and the unborn will report What poison licks the wheat, Or in the melon's gold retort Repeat what melody fattens the leopard From his mother's dusky teat.
Ride out at midnight And number the sparrows. Who put great wings to the Ark? Who gave the unicorn spurs? Only the women with thighs like mackerel, Nourish the germ of the man of sorrows, Are true to their monsters. Be you to yours.
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