The Collected Poems1962I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Drip and thicken, tearsThe earthen wombExudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airsWrap me, raggy shawls,
They weld to me like plums.Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish----
Christ! They are panes of ice,A vice of knives,
Religion, drinkingIts first communion out of my live toes.
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryoRemembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms cleanIn you, ruby.
You wake to is not yours.Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses.
With soft rugs----The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.
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