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Ive found you fruits of sweetest taste Trouvere at night, grammarian in the morning,
and found you ruefully architecting syllables
Bunches of duhat growing by the hill, but in the afternoon my ivory tower falls.
Ive bound your arms and hair with vine I take a place in the bus among people
and bound you returning
With rare wildflowers but you are crying to love (domesticated) and the smell of onions
still. burning
and women reaping the washlines as the
Ive brought you all the forest ferns Angelus tolls.
and brought you
Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing But Iwhere am I bound?
sweet, My garden, my four walls
Ive caught you in my arms an hour and and you project strange shores upon my
taught you yearning:
Loves secret where the mountain spirits Atlantis? the Caribbeans? Or Cathay?
meet.
Conductor, do I get off at Sinai?
Apocalypse awaits me: urgent my sorrow
Your smiles have died and there is no
towards the undiscovered world that I
replying
roam warm responding flesh for a while shall
To all endearment and my gifts are vain;
Come with me, love, you are too old for borrow:
crying, conquistador tonight, clockpuncher tomorrow.
The church bells ring and I hear drops of
rain.