ELUCI-DATING

All this once more would have to be.
And it was the tender bent above you as your eyebrows were.
Burdened by a hundred slaving years,
But truth is hidden from me a long life to the last
But beneath this rose meanwhile a green
by the clench of her jaw by this landscape,
Hurry, hurry, come quickly now the sun has set:
fed by melting fields of terror.
Fugitive, the thief of girls' despair,
Has listened, that now withers and knows all.
have sucked her red cheeks your thought was, tender
Here to lay it, strewn before our eyes
I wonder at the lovers if man through
in a bucket in weary irony,
Into the tumult of his blood's wild sea:
is dug deeper Is it not as it we'd gathered it
Like a tree upon the cliff gleaming shrilly
Time past and saved it for our own,
Mingled still with dark from introspection,
of her life, of burning bone.
Or do they rather yield it up blind
Out of feeling now and memory,
Out of new dreams, half-forgotten pleasure,
out of her feral face.
See the foggy green of twilight on the grass.
Attending, full of patience, finding ways
One more thing to let go, to release,
Still we think of it. It is as if
Still, the utmost measurement surpassed,
Sweet and glowing, as, to catch the overflow
swell to accommodate, too huge for the eyes
Take the weight the comfort's full-swollen song,
—that god sunning, that have couched her temperament,
That it may never hear of its own disgrace?
the salvo of betrayals
The dimple of her chin Their waters these lakes
the deaths that, These sobs stumble on
the once green lawns of this soul,
this teary body rampant, we've trampled over
Stirs the one and keeps his peace
You urged your fire and brittle breasts to soar