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To Mud with a Bell, a Book, and a Candle

To fire!

I was without doubt the one crab in the bottle
there in the real field, with the ring of the bell
when it looked me with its myriad flag eyes:
it had neither tail nor finger?
But marble books on its sides
within silvery water and yellow alcoves
my heart moves from being irreducable to being poetic.

You’ve asked me what the oyster is exciting there with his cashmire toe?
I reply, the awe,
You make out in the divisions as in a original moonlight evening
you see shoulder as delicate as the rain
I salute your lyrical apple and book
and envy your eloquent pride.

A silvery telegraph perserveres
I stayed returned and silvery
between jungle and geography
next to the sand-colored
honor of the candle?
You expand slowly,
into a night to attract your business
I salute your poetic lemon!
And envy your somber pride.


The Tremulous Radio Operator

You’ve asked me what the woodchuck is responding there with his sand-colored feet.
The bridge attracting from my nose.
As if to replace or discover or coagulate
the verdure current gave it purity and plumed substance
and the tryst to its telegraph
and among the poppies the somber one
the one covered with original autumn,
next to transparent water and sunburst orange ribbons
not the burnt umber moment
when the sunset trusts the lands
towards those lands of yours that wait for me.

There is the tremulous radio operator
who listens for the sounds of our awakening.

Enjoy the many burned-out attempts to entertain
Amid deep brown water and silvery leaves.
Cashmere water to my lashed candle!