Lyn Hejinian
from The Cell
It is the writer's object
to supply the hollow green
and yellow life of the
human I
It rains with rains supplied
before I learned to type
along the sides who when
asked what we have in
common with nature replied opportunity
and size
Readers of the practical help
They then reside
And resistance is accurate--it
rocks and rides the momentum
Words are emitted by the
rocks to the eye
Motes, parts, genders, sights collide
There are concavities
It is not imperfect to
have diedOctober 6, 1986
In the dark sky there
are constellations, all of them
erotic and they break open
the streets
The streets exceed the house
On occasion the body exceeds
the self
Everyday someone replaces someone and
someone's mother is sad so
as to exceed
The bed is a popular
enclosure from which to depart
Outside the stars are stunning
--touching
It is a question of
scale
It is erotic when parts
exceed their scaleNovember 15, 1986
Write worldwide--with the muscular
power of uncertainty--and approve
the world
Everything is subject to visibility
and the represented model is
wobbling
Living things in their redaction
decide to yodel
Thanks to a psychoacoustical transformation
they laugh
Ah! dark clipping shifts
Never alone in the chest
tone
The unit of anything which
will increase
An elation from weather is
anti-anti-feminist
We make the advance which
is sexual
One woman friend feeling embarrassed
at the nudists' beach
From embarrassment, hidden in an
embrace--we invite it in
The least unit of shape,
oath, hover, farmhouse, many people's
walking with traffic passing, green
In the park, wanting to
see every painting and not
to miss the gorillas
Such is the romance of
the lack of improvement
It is obdurate but not
leisureJanuary 19, 1987
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