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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
a glass tube
for my leg says Hugo Ball
my hat a cylinder
There are things you have words for, things you do not
have words for. There are words that encompass all your
feelings & words that…
If I were to sleep, it would be on an iron bed,
bolted to the floor in a bomb-proof concrete room
with twelve locks on the door.
The sky, lit up like a question or
an applause meter, is beautiful
like everything else today: the leaves
ONE
Late at night in Oklahoma, a very small, an extremely small man ran across the road in front of my friend’s car. He does not doubt this is real, though the rest of us do, and it doesn’…
So I’m an alcoholic Catholic mother-lover
yet there is no sweetish nectar no fuzzed-peach
thing no song sing but in the word
My bands of silk and miniver
Momently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin;
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying “weep! ‘weep!” in notes of woe!
“Where are thy father and mother? say?”
