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To you particularly, and to all the VolsciansGreat hurt and mischief.Tired.Subterrene laughter synchronousWith silence from the sacred woodAnd bubbling of the uninspiredMephitic river.MisunderstoodThe accents of the now retiredProfession of the calamus.Tortured.When the bridegroom smoothed his hairThere was blood upon the bed.Morning was already late.Children singing in the orchard(Io Hymen, Hymenæe)Succuba eviscerate.Tortuous.By arrangement with PerseusThe fooled resentment of the dragonSailing before the wind at dawn.Golden apocalypse. IndignantAt the cheap extinction of his taking-off.Now lies he thereTip to tip washed beneath Charles’ Wagon.
To you particularly, and to all the VolsciansGreat hurt and mischief.Tired.Subterrene laughter synchronousWith silence from the sacred woodAnd bubbling of the uninspiredMephitic river.MisunderstoodThe accents of the now retiredProfession of the calamus.Tortured.When the bridegroom smoothed his hairThere was blood upon the bed.Morning was already late.Children singing in the orchard(Io Hymen, Hymenæe)Succuba eviscerate.Tortuous.By arrangement with PerseusThe fooled resentment of the dragonSailing before the wind at dawn.Golden apocalypse. IndignantAt the cheap extinction of his taking-off.Now lies he thereTip to tip washed beneath Charles’ Wagon.
To you particularly, and to all the VolsciansGreat hurt and mischief.
To you particularly, and to all the Volscians
Great hurt and mischief.
Tired.Subterrene laughter synchronousWith silence from the sacred woodAnd bubbling of the uninspiredMephitic river.
Tired.
Subterrene laughter synchronous
With silence from the sacred wood
And bubbling of the uninspired
Mephitic river.
MisunderstoodThe accents of the now retiredProfession of the calamus.
Misunderstood
The accents of the now retired
Profession of the calamus.
Tortured.When the bridegroom smoothed his hairThere was blood upon the bed.Morning was already late.Children singing in the orchard(Io Hymen, Hymenæe)Succuba eviscerate.
Tortured.
When the bridegroom smoothed his hair
There was blood upon the bed.
Morning was already late.
Children singing in the orchard
(Io Hymen, Hymenæe)
Succuba eviscerate.
Tortuous.By arrangement with PerseusThe fooled resentment of the dragonSailing before the wind at dawn.Golden apocalypse. IndignantAt the cheap extinction of his taking-off.Now lies he thereTip to tip washed beneath Charles’ Wagon.
Tortuous.
By arrangement with Perseus
The fooled resentment of the dragon
Sailing before the wind at dawn.
Golden apocalypse. Indignant
At the cheap extinction of his taking-off.
Now lies he there
Tip to tip washed beneath Charles’ Wagon.