i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowersI will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyesto dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my bodyShall enter fingers of smooth masterywith chasteness of sea-girls Will i complete the mystery of my fleshI will rise After a thousand yearslippingflowers And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man

something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)

it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee

i spill my bright incalculable soul