a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon... (LI) Analysis

a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon

(where once good lips stalked or eyes firmly stirred)

my mirror gives me,on this afternoon;

i am a shape that can but eat and turd

ere with the dirt death shall him vastly gird,

a coward waiting clumsily to cease

whom every perfect thing meanwhile doth miss;

a hand's impression in an empty glove,

a soon forgotten tune,a house for lease.

I have never loved you dear as now i love
    

behold this fool who,in the month of June,

having certain stars and planets heard,

rose very slowly in a tight balloon

until the smallening world became absurd;

him did an archer spy(whose aim had erred

never)and by that little trick or this

he shot the aeronaut down,into the abyss

-and wonderfully i fell through the green groove

of twilight,striking into many a piece.

I have never loved you dear as now i love
    

god's terrible face,brighter than a spoon,

collects the image of one fatal word;

so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)

resembles something that has not occurred:

i am a birdcage without any bird,

a collar looking for a dog,a kiss

without lips;a prayer lacking any knees

but something beats within my shirt to prove

he is undead who,living,noone is.

I have never loved you dear as now i love.
    

Hell(by most humble me which shall increase)

open thy fire!for i have had some bliss

of one small lady upon earth above;

to whom i cry,remembering her face,

i have never loved you dear as now i love