Yeats and I danced. I stepped on his toes. Yeats and me--we're nothing if not long-suffering. Call headquarters for details.
Trying.
To bring the balloon of the mind into a shed at high wind.
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Come near, come near, come near - Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
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Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
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My dear, my dear, oh dear,
It was an accident.
2 comments:
ello, ello, u should dance w/ wally stevens next, the toe-smasher. special issue of a-text is online--not sre if u saw the email.
finished my new copy of intaglio! It's pure beauty...
Oh Alan May, in the whole history of the world's humans, you remain on my list of favorites. (Wally Stevens ain't too shabby either.)
I didn't see the email. Do tell.
AND WILL YOU BE AT THE AWP?? Is my
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