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• In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
  For they in thee a thousand errors note;
  But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
  Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;

• The modest Rose puts forth a thorn:
  The humble Sheep.
  a threatning horn:
  While the Lily white, shall in Love delight,
  Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright

• A flower was offered to me;
  Such a flower as May never bore.

  But I said I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree.

  And I passed the sweet flower o’er.

  Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
  To tend her by day and by night.

  But my Rose turnd away with jealousy:
  And her thorns were my only delight.

• Love seeketh not Itself to please.

  Nor for itself hath any care;
  But for another gives its ease.

  And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.

  So sung a little Clod of Clay,
  Trodden with the cattle’s feet;
  But a Pebble of the brook.

  Warbled out these metres meet.

  Love seeketh only Self to please,
  To bind another to Its delight;
  Joys in anothers loss of ease.

  And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

• It will not change now
  After so many years;
  Life has not broken it
  With parting or tears;
  Death will not alter it,
  It will live on
  In all my songs for you
  When I am gone.

• All that could never be said,
  All that could never be done,
  Wait for us at last
  Somewhere back of the sun;

  All the heart broke to forego
  Shall be ours without pain,
  We shall take them as lightly as girls
  Pluck flowers after rain.

  And when they are ours in the end
  Perhaps after all
  The skies will not open for us
  Nor heaven be there at our call.

• i like my body when it is with your
  body. It is so quite new a thing.
  Muscles better and nerves more.
  i like your body.  i like what it does,
  i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
  of your body and its bones,and the trembling
  -firm-smooth ness and which i will
  again and again and again
  kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
  i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
  of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
  over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

  and possibly i like the thrill

  of under me you so quite new

• An Epithaliamium

  So Man, grown vigorous now,
  Holds himself ripe to breed,
  Daily devises how
  To ejaculate his seed
  And boldly fertilize
  The black womb of the unconsenting skies.

  Some now alive expect
  (I am told) to see the large,
  Steel member grow erect,
  Turgid with the fierce charge
  Of our whole planet’s skill,
  Courage, wealth, knowledge, concentrated will,

  Straining with lust to stamp
  Our likeness on the abyss-
  Bombs, gallows, Belsen camp,
  Pox, polio, Thais’ kiss
  Or Judas, Moloch’s fires
  And Torquemada’s (sons resemble sires).

  Shall we, when the grim shape
  Roars upward, dance and sing?
  Yes: if we honour rape,
  If we take pride to Ring
  So bountifully on space
  The sperm of our long woes, our large disgrace.

• Earth-Moon

  Once upon a time there was a person
  He was walking along
  He met the full burning moon
  Rolling slowly twoards him
  Crushing the stones and houses by the wayside.
  She shut his eyes from the glare.
  He drew his dagger
  And stabbed and stabbed and stabbed.
  The cry that quit the moon’s wounds
  Circled the earth.
  The moon shrank, like a punctured airship,
  Shrank, shrank, smaller, smaller,
  Till it was nothing
  But a silk handkerchief, torn,
  And wet as tears.
  The person picked it up. He walked on
  Into moonless night
  Carrying his strange trophy.

• only to lie awake once in bed
  eyes wide as the missing moon

  much like the boy who waits for meteors
  to shower from a rising constellation

  or maybe for his father
  coming over the hill from war

  that is the way life is in these late hours
  turning graves over
  grabbing at an empty palm

  when did the olive branches
  outside the window
  lose all their leaves

  when did they lose
  all their fruit