| Now you must shield with your body if necessary (you | |
| Remind me of some lummox I used to know) the secret your body is. | |
| Yes, you are a secret and you must NEVER tell it--the vapor | |
| Of the stars would quickly freeze you to death, like a tear-stiffened handkerchief | |
| stet | Held [???] in some liquid air. No, but this secret is in some way the fuel of |  |
| Your living apart. A hearth-fire picked up in the glow of polished | |
| Wooden furniture and picture frames, something to turn away from and move back to-- | |
| Understand? This is all a part of you and the only part of you. | |
| | Here comes the answer: is it because apples grow | |
| | On the tree, or because it is green? One average day you may never know | |
| | How much is pushed back into the night, nor what may return | |
| | To sulk contentedly, half asleep and half awake | |
| | By the arm of a chair pointed into | |
| | The painting of the hearth-fire, or reach, in a coma | |
| ? | | Out of the garden for foreign students. | |
| leave | | Be sure the giant would know falling asleep, but the frozen droplets reveal | |
| in | | A mixed situation in which the penis | |
| | Scored the offer by fixed marches into what is. | |
| | One black spot remained. | |
| If I should... if I said you were there | |
| The... towering peace aroundXXXXXX about us might | |
| Hold up the way it breaks--the monsoon | |
| Move a pebble, to the plumbing contract, cataract. | |
| There has got to be only-- there is going to be | |
| An accent on the portable bunch of grapes | |
| The time the mildewed seas cast the | |
| Hygrometer too far away. You read into it | |
| The meaning of tears, survey of our civilization . | |
| | Only one thing exists: the fear of death. As widows are a prey to loan sharks | |
| | And Cape Hatteras to hurricanoes, so man to the fear of dying, to the | |
| | Certainty of falling. And just so it permits him to escape from time to time | |
| | Amid fields of boarded-up posters: "Objects, as they recede, appear to become smaller | |
| | And all horizontal receding lines have their vanishing point upon the line of sight," | |
| | Which is some comfort after all, for our volition to see must needs condition these phenomena to a certain degree. | |
| | But it would be rash to derive too much confidence from a situation which, in the last analysis, scarcely warrants it. | |
| | What I said first goes: sleep, death and hollyhocks | |
| | And a new twilight stained, perhaps, a slightly unearthlier periwinkle blue, | |
| | But no dramatic arguments for survival, and please no magic justification of results. | |
