Feet rising and falling. Eating and drinking. Dung and death

if you do not come too close

by this, and this only

one half-formed thought

trying to unweave, unwind, unravel

the trilling wire in the blood

if it happens to be a stormy night

pressing lidless eyes

a hundred visions and revisions

my nerves are bad to-night

the strength to force the moment to its crisis

oh, do not ask

throbbing between two lives

look behind the assurance

thus, in your mind

the lady of situations

upside down in air

while the world moves

different voices often together heard

worried women lying awake

one must be so careful these days

at the still point of the turning world.

she sings, we are silent

the unseen eyebeam crossed

one must be so careful these days

humble people who expect nothing

I see crowds of people

I was there

I can't help it, she said

o the moon shone bright

for I speak not loud or long

rock and no water and the sandy road

yes, bad, stay with me

find them, find them

there it is, I said

with the arid plain behind me

there are no eyes here

I hadn't thought death had undone so many

to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet

In death’s dream kingdom

you cannot say, or guess

eyes I dare not meet in dreams

folded in a single party

the two sexes meet

reflecting light upon the table

I shall rush out as I am

is there nothing in your head?

what men choose to forget

a world of speculation

each in his prison