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The flowers that I left in the ground, that I did not gather for you, today I bring them all back, to let them grow forever, not in poems or marble, but where they fell and rotted. And the ships in their great stalls, huge and transitory as heroes, ships I could not captain, today I bring them back to let them sail forever, not in model or ballad, but where they were wrecked and scuttled. And the child on whose shoulders I stand, whose longing I purged with public, kingly discipline, today I bring him back to languish forever, not in confession or biography, but where he flourished, growing sly and hairy. It is not malice that draws me away, draws me to renunciation, betrayal: it is weariness, I go for weariness of thee. Gold, ivory, flesh, God, blood, moon - I have become the expert of the catalogue. My body once so familiar with glory, my body has become a museum: this part remembered because of someones mouth, this because of a hand, this of wetness, this of heat. Who owns anything he has not made? With your beauty I am as uninvolved as with horses manes and waterfalls. This is my last catalogue. I breathe the breathless I love you, I love you - and let you move forever. The Flowers that I Left in the Ground from The Spice-Box of Earth
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 12:40:31 +0000

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