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It would take more than a lightning-stroke To create such a ruin.
The little invisibles Waited on him hand and foot.
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TWO views oadaver room 1 The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half unstrung.
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What happens between us Happens in darkness, vanishes Easy and often as each breath.Barns Guarded broods and litters Behind shut doors; the dairy herds Knelt in the meadow mute as boulders; Sheep drowsed stoneward in their tussocks of wool, and birds, Twig-sleeping, wore Granite ruffs, their shadows The guise of leaves.Its round period, displaced and green, Suspends beside it the first point, the starting Point of Eden, next the new moon's curve.Faun Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped black to look and brood On the call this man made.In her dark wainscotted room The first works problems on A mathematical machine.Our foot's in the door.
The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry Open one stone eye.
They persist in the sunlit room: the wallpaper Frieze of cabbage-roses and cornflowers pales Under their thin-lipped smiles, Their withering kingship.

Still he hymns juice of her, hot nectarine.
Here's a cuddly mother.
This park is fleshed with idiot petals.