Momma Said
The slice I ate I want it back
Those crumbs I swept up
I’d like my share again . . .
The slice I ate I want it back
Those crumbs I swept up
I’d like my share again . . .
The moon now rises to her absolute rule,
And the husbandman and hunter
Acknowledge her for their mistress. . . .
Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say. I’ve always thought so, ever since . . .
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass. . . .
Wake up,
you’ll need your wits about you.
This is not a dream,
. . .
Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army,
And he drew six dollars a month as a pension,
And stood on the corner talking politics, . . .
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness - . . .
they thought the field was wasting
and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and
piled them into a barn they say that the rocks were shaped . . .
Always the caravan of sound made us halt
to admire the swinging and the swift go-by
of beasts with enormous hooves and heads . . .
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue, . . .