3. The Nature of Man's Life Now hear the wind. and on that crystal river sparks no-ing on the see of ho-land, Eh, old fellow Lao Tzu?1 oh baby i love dem wirlds you got heah! and reaving a course patter i have fallen into. The craft so long to lerne . . . # # # A man must sail at the wind. At the well teraphim & horsemen kneel, evoking Understand. alas, grief. "Hylas! hylas!" O woe. O spill of discontent . . . On the sand Jason and my hero wander, "Hylas, Hylas! my friend! dear Hylas!" Even Hercules cannot help me. I am swept undersea by this horrible art!
"o where Yet here we see still his b-blooms of fire Tansy. Hellebore. Narcissus. I was changing even then, into a myriad forms. Even the least of the sailors is marked by my wheel Slim Echo wanders, staring at a mouse. "What, what "What . . . form?" "That, that cloud where --" He who squeezed the snakes is blind. i am s(l)unk away without a word. # # # "Do you know me?" the the d-devil "Do you know who i also am?" o, i (k)no(w) . . ! # # # My splashing & my evil & the devil contest; i
struggle "O those talons, those scratches in my chest!" The owl, being, & the (k)not are one. Rebels violently strike, protesting slow vanishing hours. Awl awl, awk! r conflicks, all. "is borachio there?" A peace of him. "Have you been to collect "But then it's so good Upon my trip hangs everything. We must not be so cross : : : : : : : : : : My friends, . . . . . . I will awake dark shadows behind old shades where white swords s-slip in the scabbards, out {lento} in the season of the dripping of the leaves into the well What lends us to this terrible night? {meditative} That season when the tide returns, & the lotus & the currant will be my spinning emblems . . . His lines that free us from the pane, ugh, pain Were we not worthy? Were we X Not knot know? not sew so . . . It may be well. all may be well . . . all May I am not the first. We are not the breath. What happened to me, god? Where's the rest of me? Where are my legs? Hercules, can you help me? did i slip back . . . DEAD? AI! aieeeeeeeeee o woe o heaven can you help us? |