Let us go then, you and I,
home to old lies and
new infamy;
For I have known them
all already, known them all:
walked eye-deep in hell
Bent resolutely on
wringing lilies from the acorn;
Capaneus; trout for
factitious bait:
Like a patient
etherized upon a table;
Caught in the unstopped
ear
I have measured out my
life with coffee spoons;
Subjectively. In the
stuffed-satin drawing-room
For I have known them
all already, known them all:
laughter out of dead
bellies
In the room the women
come and go
All things are a
flowing,
In a minute there is
time
For a botched
civilization.
I have heard the
mermaids singing, each to each
At the autopsy,
privately performed --
Arose toward Newman as
the whiskey warmed
Talking of
Michelangelo.
The sky-like limpid
eyes,
Licked its tongue into
the corners of the evening,
Level across the face
Pinned and wriggling on
the wall
Let us go and make our visit
In the cream gilded
cabin of his steam yacht
Beside this
thoroughfare
Of Pierian roses.
No comments:
Post a Comment