Life and Existence

It all came back to me last night, stirred By the sootfall of your things at bedtime, Your head-down, tail-up hunt in a bottom drawer For the black plunge-line nightdress.

It all came back to me last night, stirred By the sootfall of your things at bedtime, Your head-down, tail-up hunt in a bottom drawer For the black plunge-line nightdress.

how to love this world.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms.

There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah.

And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

Saturday mornings we listened to Red Lantern & his undersea folk. At 11, Let’s Pretend / & we did / & I, the poet, still do, Thank God!

Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelops me Each time I go out to walk the dog.

White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands dead stringencies.

White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands dead stringencies.

And now I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

It is still beautiful to feel your heart throbbing. But often the shadow feels more real than the body.

I came to explore the wreck.

I came to explore the wreck.

I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail. I stroke the beam of my lamp slowly along the flank of something more permanent than fish or weed.