Bigrammatology - I
the shattered lobsterpot,
the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
and to make
and end to the drifting wreckage, the future futureless, before
the ice-cap reigns.
that was a house- the walls, the backward half-look over the
asphalt where no other sound was
between three districts whence
the smoke arose
i met one walking, loitering and hurried as if
blown towards me like the metal
leaves before the beginning, clangs
the bell. where is there
an end of the hidden laughter
of children in the apple.
and prayer is more than an
order
the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
and to make
and end to the drifting wreckage, the future futureless, before
the ice-cap reigns.
that was a house- the walls, the backward half-look over the
asphalt where no other sound was
between three districts whence
the smoke arose
i met one walking, loitering and hurried as if
blown towards me like the metal
leaves before the beginning, clangs
the bell. where is there
an end of the hidden laughter
of children in the apple.
and prayer is more than an
order
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