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IV

‘Angels Fine English Lace’

This was the post office

In the time of the Brontes

Here the famous manuscripts

Were posted.



V

Perhaps I’ll meet on the pebbled road

Michael Haslam in elfin form

Shape-shifter or leprechaun



VI

One of a gang of Keighley girls

Going clubbing in Leeds put her arms

Round my neck and sang “Won’t you be my lover?”

Eternities beyond Winnicott’s ‘spontaneous gesture’....Read more of this...

...r

and she have to sell to the brother & sister jumping
without say 'One week old.' Her indifference
to the fate of her manuscripts
(which flash) to a old hand is truly somefing.
I guess: she'll take the National Book Award
presently, with like flare & indifference.

A massive, unpremeditated, instantaneous
transfer of solicitude from the thing to the creature
Henry sometimes felt.
A state of chancy mind when facts stick out
frequent was his, while that this shrugging girl,
k...Read more of this...

...res, music, meats:
He buys for Topham, drawings and designs,
For Pembroke, statues, dirty gods, and coins;
Rare monkish manuscripts for Hearne alone,
And books for Mead, and butterflies for Sloane.
Think we all these are for himself? no more
Than his fine wife, alas! or finer whore.

For what his Virro painted, built, and planted?
Only to show, how many tastes he wanted.
What brought Sir Visto's ill got wealth to waste?
Some daemon whisper'd, "Visto! have a taste."
Heav'n vis...Read more of this...

...n the ear;
with gawky music stands, the winter forest
looks like an empty orchestra, its lines
ruled on these scattered manuscripts of snow.

The inlaid copper laurel of an oak
shines though the brown-bricked glass above your head
as bright as whisky, while the wintry breath
of lines from Mandelstam, which you recite,
uncoils as visibly as cigarette smoke.

"The rustling of ruble notes by the lemon Neva."
Under your exile's tongue, crisp under heel,
the gutturals crackle like...Read more of this...

...s of circles around a glass bulb and a flame wire.
The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of illuminated initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks....Read more of this...

...pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who...Read more of this...

...(the now-French and original Moabites) after they were subdued by Cæsar became such Grecians at Rome. 

For the Gaullic manuscripts fell into the hands of the inventors of printing. 

For all the inventions of man, which are good, are the communications of Almighty God. 

For all the stars have satellites, which are terms under their respective words. 

For tiger is a word and his satellites are Griffin, Storgis, Cat and others. 

For my talent is to give an Impression upon w...Read more of this...

...ine. 

Let Harumaph rejoice with the Upright Honeysuckle. 

Let Hashabniah rejoice with the Water Melon. Blessed be the manuscripts of Almighty God. 

Let Phaseah rejoice with the Cassioberry Bush. 

Let Nephishesim rejoice with Cannacorus Indian Reed. 

Let Tamah rejoice with Cainito Star-Apple -- God be praised for this Eleventh of April o.s. in which I enter into the Fortieth Year of my age. Blessed. Blessed. Blessed! 

Let Siloah rejoice with Guidonia with a Rose-Colour'd...Read more of this...

...throws me not a word or sign; 
I'll charm me with her ignoring air, 
And laud the lips not meant for mine. 

III 

From manuscripts of moving song 
Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown 
I'll pour out raptures that belong 
To others, as they were my own. 

IV 

And some day hence, towards Paradise 
And all its blest -- if such should be -- 
I will lift glad, afar-off eyes 
Though it contain no place for me....Read more of this...

...d to me
For a memorial.
But that trunk which was struck off
To Burchard, the grog-keeper!
Did you know it contained the manuscripts
Of a lifetime of sermons?
And he burned them as waste paper....Read more of this...

...here's plenty jasper somewhere in the world --
And have I not Saint Praxed's ear to pray
Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts,
And mistresses with great smooth marbly limbs?
-- That's if ye carve my epitaph aright,
Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word,
No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line --
Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need!
And then how I shall lie through centuries,
And hear the blessed mutter of the mass,
And see God made and eaten all day lon...Read more of this...

...the word is unknown, but it
is doubtless included in the cant term "pal".

4. The Cook's Tale is unfinished in all the manuscripts; but in
some, of minor authority, the Cook is made to break off his
tale, because "it is so foul," and to tell the story of Gamelyn, on
which Shakespeare's "As You Like It" is founded. The story is
not Chaucer's, and is different in metre, and inferior in
composition to the Tales. It is supposed that Chaucer expunged
the Cook's Tale for the same ...Read more of this...

...d the Wife of Bath; but in the Merchant's Tale there is
internal proof that it was told after the jolly Dame's. Several
manuscripts contain verses designed to serve as a connexion;
but they are evidently not Chaucer's, and it is unnecessary to
give them here. Of this Prologue, which may fairly be regarded
as a distinct autobiographical tale, Tyrwhitt says: "The
extraordinary length of it, as well as the vein of pleasantry that
runs through it, is very suitable to the characte...Read more of this...

...hem, they
haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qual-
ities for me to use--my words piled up, my texts, my 
manuscripts, my loves.
 I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in
the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
 Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun's 
gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were wait-
ing stopped in time for the day sun to come and give
them...
 Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered
faithfully not knowing ...Read more of this...

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