Fragments from a June notebook

And like beads of rain shouted down from the sun at dusk

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The August of eves retraces my steps

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[On Persephonē] Drained the whole of the sky and the world into her cunt

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When I would walk through that perennial forest I stopped for no symbol at all

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I am the open window awaiting summers’ sweetness

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[Melville pastiche] Preserve in you those seasons which gave you vigor and quiet

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[On the Hudson River] The beauty of the ever-erect

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Follow the flight of the swallow and lead sun-storms

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[Pound pastiche] Where prostitutes once divine of Sappho’s shores burn in piles

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[Whitman pastiche] Still yet is life sweet! and I trust in the cycles of the year!

And all things thrill with my song

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[Gotterburleske]

The gods wish that we expend

They joy in our buxomity

They joy in our voluptas