The Vacuum
The house is so quiet now
The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet,
Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth . . .
The house is so quiet now
The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet,
Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth . . .
Lady, lovely lady,
Careless and gay!
Once when a beggar called . . .
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say . . .
Too high, too high to pluck
My heart shall swing.
A fruit no bee shall suck, . . .
Cherry plums suck a week’s soak,
overnight they explode into the scenery of before
your touch. The curtains open on the end of our past.
. . .
My husband has a crush on Myrna Loy,
and likes to rent her movies, for a treat.
It makes some evenings harder to enjoy. . . .
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;
When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,
One look I but gave which your dear eyes return’d with a look I shall never forget, . . .
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; . . .
People whose lives have been shaped
by history—and it is always tragic—
do not want to talk about it, . . .
Comet of stillness princess of what is over
high note held without trembling without voice without sound
aura of complete darkness keeper of the kept secrets . . .