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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poem In Fragments Beginning With A Line From Berryman, Black Mouse Series Ensuing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[the poem begins with a line by John Berryman ending with the word 'honey']</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Childness let's have us honey, flame intended, <br>names smeared on the glass, an accidental pane<br>times hands touching it delicate as trespass, <br>what is allowed lace of vision times want equals<br>at last a sum equals at last a remorse felt, <br>a memory - sunk into soft teas - steeping, turns<br>steaming said window said prints/views obscured<br>of nothing in particular or special, troubles only, <br>only of passing birds enamored of (their lighter<br>bones) or are they cloud and shadow? merely the<br>steep sun declining ashen into the Jersey side? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O come lover back the floor where we lay a'times<br>upon boards the cluttered clothes the depositions<br>times at least three and take me once again one<br>times infinity into your arms times two leave me<br>when you/we are done doing times zero a mere cypher<br>flown sheer up the flue into the blue ash which now<br>the sky is where (there is only one sky) a dove flies<br>into possibility of memory or not times countless<br>thousands times plus the time it takes for you to<br>exit shedding skins, shells (am a shell, water you? <br>you decide) times infinity into the one drain in-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to ocean reflecting blue sky of ash blew into what<br>remains of you on the beach bathing soft Junes, <br>boardwalk organ grinder smiling/sings 'amor fati'<br>mellifluously on as hairs their bodies follicles<br>delicate when under the glass espied over-spills<br>into o endlessly it's seams, it seems, into memory <br>which is already over-said overheard redundantly a <br>river and time, this one recalled, the cloud drift <br>and the river the tides beside the city both sides <br>is as ancient as it always was and is - in the beginning <br>was darkness over deep water and a word, any word </div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">really would do form something out of deep, of dark, <br>of water which shapes only by outer circumstance itself <br>in this case a word leading up to this contraction of <br>bellies against each times two, and legs times four, <br>and lips times myriad ones gone before - of murmurs <br>O lover of thee I adore - I am unkindly left remembering <br>once was laughter spent seeking out between bodies' valleys <br>eternally shifting eluding capture, this, just to reintroduce<br>some levity for we were many day-ed times merry-merrily<br>played harming no one not even the mouse unmoved per-<br>haps, watching perhaps, still, still, from beneath the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">god you insisted be excluded from all our nakedness<br>times one too many breaths exchanged, groped times<br>many ropes all our wanting the curtained dancer en-<br>tranced entered into upon a mystery how one could be<br>so, well, so marvelous and so cruel too as one wills<br>memory - an edge tears open: Fact: that there was love, <br>there was love after all I could see it smell it feel<br>it there dancing round the living room one holds on<br>to, and upon goodness worn out pulled from below down<br>and dark and deep such is this so it is the riddle it<br>is all now become since you departed, love, since you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">departed I shall count backward by threes then fours<br>the door which once embraced you now never lets you<br>go no matter the black or blue tide of thee O lover, <br>what slips out ebbs black back into lapis, lapses in-<br>to what self is uttered/poured scored transparent upon<br>surfeit surface/faces which are even eyes which now<br>glaze with love lost beside the flue marked upon the<br>pane blue the mouse black upon the floor remains is<br>many, a multitude of petals times three the jasmine<br>unspurned at last at last/least return soft Junes the<br>lips of which are sometimes pink of lavender swollen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if to kiss times three the antinomies a string of<br>pearls and thee O lover to me back 'splaying shyly <br>where the curtains sway/stand behind them the curtained<br>dancer entranced/entered into upon a mystery the organ<br>grinder smiles/sings 'amor fati' mellifluously on</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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Childness let's have us honey, flame intended, 
names smeared on the glass, an accidental pane
times hands touching it delicate as trespass, 
what is allowed lace of vis..."></div>
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