SWEENEY ERECT
And the trees about meLet them be dry & leafless; let the rocksGroan with continual surges; & behind meMake all a desolation. Look, Look, wenches!Paintme a cavernous waste shoreCast in the unstilled Cyclades,Paint me the bold anfractuous rocksFaced by the snarled and yelping seas.Display me Æolus aboveReviewing the insurgent galesWhich tangle Ariadne’s hairAnd swell with haste the perjured sails.Morning stirs the feet and hands(Nausicaa and Polypheme);Gesture of orang-outangRises from the sheets in steam.This withered root of knots of hairSlitted below and gashed with eyes,This oval O cropped out with teeth;The sickle motion from the thighsJackknifes upward at the kneesThen straightens down from heel to hipPushing the framework of the bedAnd clawing at the pillow slip.Sweeney addressed full-length to shaveBroadbottomed, pink from nape to base,Knows the female temperamentAnd wipes the suds around his face.(The lengthened shadow of a manIs history, says Emerson,Who had not seen the silhouetteOf Sweeney straddled in the sun).Tests the razor on his legWaiting until the shriek subsides;The epileptic on the bedCurves backward, clutching at her sides.The ladies of the corridorFind themselves involved, disgraced;Call witness to their principlesDeprecate the lack of tasteObserving that hysteriaMight easily be misunderstood;Mrs. Turner intimatesIt does the house no sort of good.But Doris towelled from the bathEnters padding on broad feet,Bringing sal volatileAnd a glass of brandy neat.
And the trees about meLet them be dry & leafless; let the rocksGroan with continual surges; & behind meMake all a desolation. Look, Look, wenches!Paintme a cavernous waste shoreCast in the unstilled Cyclades,Paint me the bold anfractuous rocksFaced by the snarled and yelping seas.Display me Æolus aboveReviewing the insurgent galesWhich tangle Ariadne’s hairAnd swell with haste the perjured sails.Morning stirs the feet and hands(Nausicaa and Polypheme);Gesture of orang-outangRises from the sheets in steam.This withered root of knots of hairSlitted below and gashed with eyes,This oval O cropped out with teeth;The sickle motion from the thighsJackknifes upward at the kneesThen straightens down from heel to hipPushing the framework of the bedAnd clawing at the pillow slip.Sweeney addressed full-length to shaveBroadbottomed, pink from nape to base,Knows the female temperamentAnd wipes the suds around his face.(The lengthened shadow of a manIs history, says Emerson,Who had not seen the silhouetteOf Sweeney straddled in the sun).Tests the razor on his legWaiting until the shriek subsides;The epileptic on the bedCurves backward, clutching at her sides.The ladies of the corridorFind themselves involved, disgraced;Call witness to their principlesDeprecate the lack of tasteObserving that hysteriaMight easily be misunderstood;Mrs. Turner intimatesIt does the house no sort of good.But Doris towelled from the bathEnters padding on broad feet,Bringing sal volatileAnd a glass of brandy neat.
And the trees about meLet them be dry & leafless; let the rocksGroan with continual surges; & behind meMake all a desolation. Look, Look, wenches!
And the trees about me
Let them be dry & leafless; let the rocks
Groan with continual surges; & behind me
Make all a desolation. Look, Look, wenches!
Paintme a cavernous waste shoreCast in the unstilled Cyclades,Paint me the bold anfractuous rocksFaced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Paintme a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilled Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Display me Æolus aboveReviewing the insurgent galesWhich tangle Ariadne’s hairAnd swell with haste the perjured sails.
Display me Æolus above
Reviewing the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne’s hair
And swell with haste the perjured sails.
Morning stirs the feet and hands(Nausicaa and Polypheme);Gesture of orang-outangRises from the sheets in steam.
Morning stirs the feet and hands
(Nausicaa and Polypheme);
Gesture of orang-outang
Rises from the sheets in steam.
This withered root of knots of hairSlitted below and gashed with eyes,This oval O cropped out with teeth;The sickle motion from the thighs
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth;
The sickle motion from the thighs
Jackknifes upward at the kneesThen straightens down from heel to hipPushing the framework of the bedAnd clawing at the pillow slip.
Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then straightens down from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Sweeney addressed full-length to shaveBroadbottomed, pink from nape to base,Knows the female temperamentAnd wipes the suds around his face.
Sweeney addressed full-length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
(The lengthened shadow of a manIs history, says Emerson,Who had not seen the silhouetteOf Sweeney straddled in the sun).
(The lengthened shadow of a man
Is history, says Emerson,
Who had not seen the silhouette
Of Sweeney straddled in the sun).
Tests the razor on his legWaiting until the shriek subsides;The epileptic on the bedCurves backward, clutching at her sides.
Tests the razor on his leg
Waiting until the shriek subsides;
The epileptic on the bed
Curves backward, clutching at her sides.
The ladies of the corridorFind themselves involved, disgraced;Call witness to their principlesDeprecate the lack of taste
The ladies of the corridor
Find themselves involved, disgraced;
Call witness to their principles
Deprecate the lack of taste
Observing that hysteriaMight easily be misunderstood;Mrs. Turner intimatesIt does the house no sort of good.
Observing that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs. Turner intimates
It does the house no sort of good.
But Doris towelled from the bathEnters padding on broad feet,Bringing sal volatileAnd a glass of brandy neat.
But Doris towelled from the bath
Enters padding on broad feet,
Bringing sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.