| Hello, She Says On rescuing a lover |
| Hello, she says, and, Hello! Hello! The bells that were her eyes chime in the church spires twisting And the frocks of the moon are twisting, too Above the laced sea she crumbles, crumbles. The woe and the mirth in those crooked, hallow'd halls Blood-bent and lustful as the sniffing, wicked dogs and she's crushed. What a piston! On this rainy day of tea and cups and packages at the door. Hello, she says, and, Hello! Hello! And the slip of paper beneath her reads like a tiny child tumbling The fear in the flower is tumbling, too Beneath the sifting earth she's weeping, weeping. The comforter in the hallway reminds you of a blonde bit of glass The tears that bend you her way, the winding slit of water splits open on her past And! The stained dress withers in the lamplight, and sputters at your door. Hello, she says, and, Hello! Hello! The water-sun, and thick burnished lead merge in the puffing candles And the words in her heart are candles, too. Within in the weaving grass, she is humbled, humbled. The hollow vase in the window sill, the bruised plum outside Aching in the mouths of men like stones, and crystals, and tiny gems Such a lover! And broad and full of figments that you snatch and leave for her Outside her door. |
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