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It Flows Purling, Widely Flowing, Floating Foampool, Flower Unfurling

In the Ruined Room, Picknickers Would Have Lit Their Kettles; Lovers Sought Shelter

The Lantern Fouling the Brittle Air, Listening to the Dog and the Echo

And the Order in Creation Which You See is That Which You Have Put There, Like a String in a Maze

Such Games as Have for Their Stake the Annihilation of the Defeated

Though I Sit Alone in a Pillar I Exist

Gathered Inseparable, into the Radiance of What We Would Become

Testy Delirium or Dull Decrepitude or What Worse Evil Come

Can We Build a Refrigerator?

Jostled Against by Hawkers and Sightseers

And No One in the Whole World Would Know How She Had Loved it All; How, Every Instant . . .

You Have Passage to My Last Shabby Corner, and There, Among the Debris, You’ve Found Life

Discussing Potato Salad Recipes With A Bunch Of Iowans

Out of Some Persistent Sense of Large-Scale Ruin, We Kept Inventing Hope

And in the Eyes of the Hungry There is a Growing Wrath

An Olio Of Oddities

Just Where the Sky’s Light Balances the Electric Lamplight in the Street

By Any Chance, Do You Happen to Know Where They Go, the Ducks, When it Gets All Frozen Over?

Rigid, The Skeleton of Habit Alone Upholds the Human Frame

This Self, Having Shed its Attachments, Was Free for the Strangest Adventures

The Very Idea Of Home

The Really Central Kafka Joke

A Highly Alienated Populace

What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question

The World Wavered and Quivered and Threatened to Burst into Flames

The Ponderous Counterspectacle of Things Ceasing to Be

Over A Balkan Pass

The Indignant Desert Birds

And These Two Things Together Confront Me With the Beak and Claws of the True

Where Stars are Drowning and Whales Ferry Their Vast Souls Through the Black and Seamless Sea