Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a plaintive eve,
And on the tips of their pointed tails hung
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An upright thing of green sprouts out of the ground,
A bladed thing of green springs out of the ground,
Piercing the iced-over winter,
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I rouged my lips,
And kissed the white birch bark.
Even if I were thought handsome,
I have no rubber bouncing ball-like swelling of the bosom,
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O woman,
With the firm hard teeth of yours,
How dainty [to watch you] chew the grass.
With the dilute herbal ink,
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Drat that snatch-thief dog,
He howls at the moon from the rotting pier.
When the soul pricks up its ears,
It hears the shrill girls choiring,
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You, in the hill country, out there on the red clay earth,
You, sleeping away in a desolate cave.
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From a violent toothache,
I was holding a swollen cheek,
As I dug near the jujube tree,
Wishing to plant some seeds.
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I always want the city,
want to be inside the lively crowds of the city.
Crowds are things like huge waves with emotions.
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A frog is killed.
A gang of kids in full circle throw their hands up in the air.
All together,
They hold their cutesy little,
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On a far night, the glinting pine needles
Accepted lettings of remorseful tears.
On a far night, the skies were frosty-white,
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