that
strange feeling, that strange beauty,
reckless
imaginations. I nibble
a
prune, drifting through bowels, rinsing
diamonds:
the facts at life, murky mayflies,
relished
swamps (as men reciting, women
at
theater, reading the Italian
play):
the deep reception, cried arcs, love
destined,
a calling fatality—wings
wheezing,
rabid flapping(s), that eagle by
the kilometers:
British knowledge,
British
women, the African American
Europe—dead
beadles, living lady bugs,
either/or,
the steep resentment: youth is
winning,
consensus is guiding ages.
