Friday, July 14, 2006
The barges down in the river flop.
- Flop, plop.
- Above, beneath.
As they scraggle black on the thin grey sky,
Where the black cloud rack-hackles drizzle and fly
To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop
On the black scrag piles, where the loose cords plop,
As the raw wind whines in the thin tree-top.
- Plop, plop.
- And scudding by
All is running water and sky,
- And my head shrieks -- "Stop,"
- And my heart shrieks -- "Die."
* * *
My thought is running out of my head;
My love is running out of my heart,
My soul runs after, and leaves me as dead,
For my life runs after to catch them -- and fled
They all are every one! -- and I stand, and start,
At the water that oozes up, plop and plop,
On the barges that flop
And dizzy me dead.
might reel and drop.
And the shrill wind whines in the thin tree-top
* * *
A curse on him.
Ugh! yet I knew -- I knew
If a woman is false can a friend be true?
It was only a lie from beginning to end --
- My Devil -- My "Friend"
- Ugh; and I knew!
- So what do I care,
- I can do,
- I can dare,
- (Plop, plop
- The barges flop
- Drip drop.)
- I can dare! I can dare!
- Plop, flop.
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