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[Anonymous No.2367456]

the first part in an experimental poem I'm writing mixing various pieces of cut-ups from other texts and my own alluding primarily to Eliot and Pound, it is mainly free verse but also incorporates rhyme scheme at small sections


I- Parting Ways

He left it, left it, left it, left her...
Went North, went East, went North,
saw the stars turned in the house.
The moon's teeth marks are on the southern sky
like dead birds and sadness; death was on the darkened rooms.
Childhood brings only fear,
like a tarp scarred with jailhouse tattoos
and maddening rows of antique books
and the bricks all over this,
she watches awed upon twilight groves and dismal chambers.
He left her, went East, saw the whole goddamn town ready at the windows,
they sought the broken umbrellas like dogs.
The woman first, then the hundreds of grotesque,
gigantic, and vine-encumbered trees,
and the glass; death was between us,
coming to whom they give names.
Trees, trees that silently wave twisted branches far aloft.
Death was where the rooms darkened.
He left her, went North, went East, went North.

[Anonymous No.2367460]

Tof
Lily-of-the-valley, she lay beside you.
”Hví svo þrúðgu þú”

I disembark in the unanimous night, spur-of-the-moment stuff;
þokuhlassi
no one saw him,
my hermes.
I hate her intrusions, that one aspect alone of my marital life
explains why I seek you out.
The barges wash
it was in the sacred mud, but in a few days,
the zend language will not be found.
no one saw the bamboo canoe sink.
Leprosy is infrequent.
as cool winds der heimat zu,
wo I had to break away from it because
of her sadistic toll

270
wide

to tide.

Held me in the dawn
contaminated
and where warst du?
The river barges drift
with the turning leeward, swing on the heavy sails.

Oil and tar
as the pale wet leaves
to know that the taciturn man does better seated
in isolation.

[Anonymous No.2367463]

Over many a tangle in the hail
composed from the loneliness of sunless skies and bleak winds.
We watched with gaiety as everything washed in fire
caught a glimpse only
in this crisis of seemed penitence.
And the skyline a thin orange haze
and all was beautiful on fire.

As transient things are
this fortuity of hare erect
I found you drenched in sorrow
and you said you'd have me by dawn
but alas, you never did.

These of flowers:

Travel-worn
twitching the chord
troubled, wilder and forlorn
dark, benighted, errant skies
all lurchings of your say.

[Anonymous No.2367468]

Tender fire, gentle blood
visions of loftier evening's wandering airs that change, that kill me.
Winds that clear dusk of heaven on fire
that give rise to sweeter emotion, –desire.
Malice has been driven off your own passionate brethren.
Open-handedness, known only of children.
Thickest stars had given their thought,
with serving kind who had brought
And in full hands what had they set?

It could be that - by coincidence - I found you waiting,
always vigilant but never tired, stranded in gorgeous blue
bound by the strains of silence, though a musical silence between two notes
and something's about to happen
but what lies beyond the void?
I believe silence is how nature measures time
or more precisely, the lack thereof.

I found myself beguiled by visions of dark, barren wastelands.
Ironically engulfed into vagrant verses longing for permanence
thwarted attempts at reaching out to your callous self,
and you are a ghost, a sin.
I wandered in sound-less black for what seems an eternity,
and In time I came to realize that silence is,
as all things in life, a meandering line;
when you find yourself in solitude, you can't know for certain when silence has ended,
can you hear silence?
you can't be sure its there, yet you know for a fact it exists.
Somehow it pains me it ever got to this,
you're as distant as ever and November seems increasingly antagonistic each passing year.
I fear I've finally seen myself looking down the river of constraint
when I see you falling further and further away in time,
fading into nothingness.

[Anonymous No.2367471]

and that is all I have so far