the Holder of Jewels
pierre précieuse
has no key, or too many;
the empire-wide compilation of industrial-accident statistics
Touch things without thought,
all bright
from the cypress leaves
hanging over the lazy steam
that same compost speaking
Paquin is it you? or an angry old man
half drunk with Jesus
cleaning his boots of the mud
Diana’s hounds mad with loss
crashing through the underbrush;
here he goes round
the adder
its fangs in his lover’s breast.
These latest papers will be delivered by post
to a private home with tall gables for storage;
tables for official recompense will follow shortly;
sorted according to severity.
Author notes
"struggle in a maze that sometimes seems to have been designed on purpose to thwart and defeat them. More often, the opposite appears to be true: there is no purpose; the maze simply exists."
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I am unable to make a sensible comment. it is one of those speakingpoems that says things that echo backward and forward
it is one of those everywhen poems i think.
I did find this though. Because I'm always trying to read Mr. Pound's symbols...
Even Mme. Paquin, who presided over more than 2,000 employees in her heyday, barely rates a mention in most fashion histories (although Ms. Steele might have added that she has achieved literary immortality of sorts: there is a reference to her in a much-quoted passage in Ezra Pound's ''Pisan Cantos''
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=940DE5D81E3BF93AA15750C0A96E948260&sec=&spon=&pagewanted=2
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We have to keep all our paperwork for 7 years for the tax man. Every year around this time I get out the year he no longer needs to see and go through it...keep...shred...keep...shred. it is like destroying a year of one's life, but all the time, accumulating more.
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half drunk with Jesus
i really like that line.
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