.
When you love a
god completely
you are prey to rabid bliss: bless’d
in that inordinately gratifying sense
of cruelty which haunts the root
you are prey to rabid bliss: bless’d
in that inordinately gratifying sense
of cruelty which haunts the root
of “bless” – to
wound. Too soon
you’ll face the
prospect of departure:
anyway, what
seems departure
from the point of view of life:
.
from the point of view of life:
.
that cliff of
death you must imagine
from the scattered evidence will
from the scattered evidence will
sever you
inevitably from the city’s
early Spring and its resistances
.
early Spring and its resistances
.
and grim
delights; that battening
down hatches will eventually
snatch you from Manhattan must,
down hatches will eventually
snatch you from Manhattan must,
you have to
think, be undergone.
.
.
Undertaking all
the amplitudes of
this renowned
dark town before
the undertaker
takes his cue –
disposes of the residue of you –
.
disposes of the residue of you –
.
is all you’ve
got to do. Can you
say the thing
outright? You crave
existence in Manhattan
more
than photosynthesis
craves light.
.
So will it kill
you soon? You pray
to it to
have some pity – put in a bid
to live
beyond this coming May: go on
from here into
the coming year to see
.
the seventh day
of May in Twenty-
twenty-one.
Can that be done?
To be alive
to hear the reveille upon
the day that
you’d be seventy?
.
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