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hs. CHRISTIAN LUXURIES The red fountain of shame gushes up from my heart. I throw back my long hair and the fountain floats it out Like a fiery fan. My wide stretched arms are white coral branches. The liquid shadows seek between my amber breasts. But the fire is cool. It cannot burn me. NARROW FLOWERS I am a gray lily. My roots are deep. I cannot lift my hands For one thin yellow butterfly. Yet last night I grew up to a star. My shade swirled mistily Seven mountains high. I lifted my face to another face. The moon made a burning shadow on my brow. Washed by the light, My sharp breasts silvered. My dance was an arc of mist From west to east. EYES There are arms of ice around me, And a hand of ice on my heart. If they should come to bury me I would not flinch or start. For eyes are freezing me-- Eyes too cold for hate. I think the ground, Because it is dark, A warmer place to wait. AFTER YOUTH Oh, that mysterious singing sadness of youth! Exotic colors in the lamplit darkness of wet streets, Musk and roses in the twilight, The moon in the park like a golden balloon... Then to awaken and find the shadows fled, The music gone... Empty, bleak! My soul has grown very small and shriveled in my body. It no longer looks out. It rattles around, And inside my body it begins to look, Staring all around inside my body, Like a crab in a crevice, Staring with bulging eyes At the strange place in which it finds itself. THE SHADOW THAT WALKS ALONE The silence tugs at my breast With formless lips, Like a heavy baby, Attenuates me, Draws me through myself into it. I sit in the womb of an idiot, Helpless before its mouthing tenderness. The huge flap ears are attentive, And the soundless face bends toward me In horrible lovingness. BIBLE TRUTH To die... Oh, cool river! To float there with nothing to resist-- One ripple of silence spreads out from another. My spirit widens so, Circle beyond circle. I hold up the stars no longer with the pupils of my eyes. Hands, legs, arms float off from me. I melt like flakes of snow. I am no more opposed. I am no more. THE MATERNAL BREAST I walked straight and long, But I never found you. I was looking for a hill of a hundred breasts, A hill modeled after the statues of Diana of the
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