(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
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'Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,
the dark one, that other me? '
1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALS
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Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
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Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
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In the thin classroom, where your face
was noble and your words were all things,
I find this boily creature in your place;
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have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
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Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June. I am tired of being brave.
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She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
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I was tired of being a woman,
tired of the spoons and the post,
tired of my mouth and my breasts,
tired of the cosmetics and the silks.
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