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y When they nailed him to a clean white cross, And said he was dead. He flapped there all day, Thin and stiff as a jumping jack. But when I had gone to bed, And the lights were out, And the muslin curtains rustled in white secrecy, And through the thin brown glass like onion skin I could see the bright moon sag to the tree tops With a heaviness I dimly understood, While the haggard branches gauntly strained, As useless to the moon as she to them, I was rocked in an orange and umber cradle, A rosy bubble light with fireshine Floating atop the cold, And my little brother was burning merrily, His twisted figure A writhing grotesque. Yet his face never moved And never burnt up. And when I had drifted asleep I still saw it Like a reflection trapped in a mirror. And I couldn't brush it out! I couldn't brush it out! GUNDRY There are little blood flecks on the snow. There is blood in the heart of the white hyacinth. I saw her pale body harsh as a flash of lightning Between the gray torsos of the trees. She had a little child. She held a little child in her breast. She went quickly through the dim forest. I have seen her feet. They are as white as ivory. Where she ran there are little red tracks. And it is not yet springtime! VIENNESE WALTZ Dresden china shepherdesses Whirl in the silver sunshine: Columbine stars Float in gauze petticoats of light.... Little Columbine ghosts, wrinkled and old, Smelling of jasmine and camphor: Prim arms folded over immaculate breasts.... The pirouetting tune dies.... Stars and little faded faces, Waltzing, waltzing, Shoot slowly downward On tinkling music, Dusty little flowers Sinking into oblivion. After the music, Quiet, The glacial period renewed, Monsters on earth, A mad conflagration of worlds on ardent nights-- These too vanishing-- Silence unending. RESURRECTION IMMORTALITY Death is a child of stone. Death is a little white stone goat. The little goat child dances motionless. Little kid feet make a circle around the world: Bas-relief of Death, Little stone goats capering across the clouds. Perhaps Death is nearest in the spring. Then Her flower clouds the woods with white blossoms, Apple blossoms, quince blossoms, Pear snow. These are the flowers that drift in the hair of the dead. The
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