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"pellmell" poems
The black bull bellowed before the sea. The sea, till that day orderly, Hove up against Bendylaw. The queen in the mulberry arbor stared Stiff as a queen on a playing card. The king fingered his beard. A blue sea, four ***** bull-feet, A bull-snouted sea that wouldn't stay put, Bucked at the garden gate. Along box-lined walks in the florid sun Toward the rowdy bellow and back again The lords and ladies ran. The great bronze gate began to crack, The sea broke in at every crack, Pellmell, blueblack. The bull surged up, the bull surged down, Not to be stayed by a daisy chain Nor by any learned man. O the king's tidy acre is under the sea, And the royal rose in the bull's belly, And the bull on the king's highway.
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The Bull Of Bendylaw
I am scattering your dower with a future chest I find a word from anywhere I touch ***** laces everywhere an empty frame, licorice, a silent aria tomorrow they change for yesterday, that I don’t love for darkness, for the past, pellmell it is life, I say myself, just life I must say, no happiness without tear Koray Feyiz (Translated from Turkish by Koray Feyiz)
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
mirrors
regret sometimes whispers in a soft oiled voice, that meanders through the mind, finding the raw places of guilt those fires that become embers by time and studied ignorance and blows soft worded memories giving oxygen to cinders, that light the night like cane fires, all smoke and the madly rushing things that race before the fire scream their torror and fear and hate as they blindly follow the exodus into the light, into the short grass, tarmac pavement, open grave that is waiting....there they either stop transfixed or continue pellmell onwards...the fire roars behind them they have no place but out there is no control, there is no measure thought or reticence there is action, and smoke and grime and a sweet smell, that is sickening yet like candy, and campfires I hate it when I hear the slickoiled voice of regret in my head... for I know the conflagration follows
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
canefire season