the yellow shoes/world's bliss
Uploaded on August 23, 2007
by robynne faye
WORLD'S BLISS
Alice Notley
The men & women sang & played
they sleep by singing, what
shall I say of the most
poignant on earth the most glamorous
loneliest sought after people
those poets wholly beautiful
desolate aureate, death is a
powerful instinctive emotion--
but who would be released from
a silver skeleton? gems
& drinking cups--This
skull is Helen--who would not
be released from the
Book of Knowledge? Why
should a maiden lie on a moor
for seven nights & a day? And
he is a maiden, he is & she
on the grass the flower the spray
where they lie eating primroses
grown crazy with sorrow & all
the beauties of old--oh each poet's a
beautiful human girl who must die.
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"grown crazy with sorrow & all
the beauties of old"
A perfect arrow, a perfect aim.