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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