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The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel. Over the cage floor the horizons come.

The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date; A life subdued to its instrument.

And you will never know what a battle
I fought to keep the meaning of my words
Solid with the world we were making.

Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen. Night passed.

We had sweated the labor, the pilgramige. Now we wanted the blessing.

It took the whole of Creation To produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot.

A simple tale, told at the right moment, transforms a person's life with the order its pattern brings to incoherent energies. (Myth and Education)

The wolf is living for the earth.

The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.

So the self under the eye lies,
Attendant and withdrawn.

Where white is black and black is white, I won.

What's writing really about? It's about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

You were overloaded. I said nothing.
I said nothing. The stone man made soup.
The burning woman drank it.

So we found the end of our journey.
So we stood, alive in the river of light,
Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

But red
Was what you wrapped around you.
Blood red.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice,
Treating alike its dead and its living

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

They only want to weep
As after the huge wars
Senseless huge wars
Huge senseless weeping.

In those days I coerced
Oracular assurance
In my favour out of every sign.

The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.

Flowerlike, I loved nothing.

from "Mayday on Holderness

Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this.

There is no better way to know us
Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

In the pit of red You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness But the jewel you lost was blue.

Applause is the beginning of abuse

Mary is an apple.
Whoever plucks her
Nails his heart
To the leafless tree.

And the elephant sings deep in the forest-maze
About a star of deathless and painless peace
But no astronomer can find where it is.

To hatch a crow, a black rainbow
Bent in emptiness
over emptiness
But flying

Their homeopathic letters,
Envelopes full of carefully broken glass
To lodge behind your eyes so you would see

The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old.

Some word - from before this translation

And as if reporting some felony to the police they let you know you were not John Donne.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars ...

He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

And if you don't accept my challenge," shouted the Iron Man, "then you're a miserable cowardly reptile, not fit to bother with.

What happens in the heart, simply happens

With a sudden sharp hot stink of fox, It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.

Then everybody wept,
Or sat, too exhausted to weep,
Or lay, too hurt to weep.

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

You are who you choose to be.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

When I came to consciousness my whole interest was in wild animals.

The gash in its throat was shocking, but not pathetic.

But the jewel you lost was blue.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed,
And my head, worn out with love, at rest
In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business.

What happened casually remains -

But who is stronger than death? Me , evidently .

Stilled legendary depth: It was as deep as England. It held Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old That past nightfall I dared not cast.