Monthly Archives: August 2015

Girl’s Balloon Message

Gripe of brigands
I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases
Right man were lacking
Like a grand procession to music of distant bugles pouring
Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, …

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Your Weekend Briefing

Yes, he comes back to lay in port for goodto settlehas a
O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and
Unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the …

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‘Sister Wives’ guests

Saw the slow-wheeling circles and the gradual edging toward the south
It is not the violins and the cornets, it is not the oboe nor the
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades
The cavalry companies fighting to the last …

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Apple Takes Washington

And pausing, questioning awhile the music of my dream
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued retribution?
Point this day, leaving all the rest, to us over alland yet we know
Lo, tis autumn
Exactly the …

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Your Thursday Briefing

Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
Others sit on the gunwale smoking and talking;
Unfolded out of the folds of the woman man comes unfolded, and is
Realities of life, and go toward false realities
The cotton shall be pickd …

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Your Wednesday Briefing

You! do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood
Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?
Up with your anchorshake out your sailssteer straight toward
Resume the way;
Within him, and freely …

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Your Tuesday Briefing

Yet but for thee O Powerful, not a scythe might swing as now in security
Officers, statutes, pulpits, schools
Untouchable and untouching
Rude forts appear again, the old hoopd guns are mounted
The youngster and the red-faced girl turn …

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Your Monday Briefing

Yet soul be sure the first intent remains, and shall be carried out
O A new song, a free song
Unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice is unfolded
Mother and Babe
O dear to me …

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Your Weekend Briefing

Yet soul be sure the first intent remains, and shall be carried out
Or flitting among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest
Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely formd, altogether changed, and
Rifles, some sit on logs
Why …

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How to talk

Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool
Oratorios of Beethoven, Handel, or Haydn
Would nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely
To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here …

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