I buried you deeper last night With fuller breasts And stronger arms With softer lips And newer charms I buried you deeper last night. Deeper ...... aye, deeper And again tonight Till that gay spirit That once was you Will tear its soul In climbing through ... Deeper ...... aye, deeper I buried you deeper last night. LETTERS FOUND NEAR A SUICIDE _To all of you_ My little stone Sinks quickly Into the bosom of this deep, dark pool Of oblivion ... I have troubled its breast but little Yet those far shores That knew me not Will feel the fleeting, furtive kiss Of my tiny concentric ripples.... _To Lewellyn_ You have borne full well The burden of my friendship-- I have drunk deep At your crystal pool, And in return I have polluted its waters With the bile of my hatred. I have flooded your soul With tortuous thoughts, I have played Iscariot To your Pythias.... _To Mother_ I came In the blinding sweep Of ecstatic pain, I go In the throbbing pulse Of aching space-- In the eons between I piled upon you Pain on pain Ache on ache And yet as I go I shall know That you will grieve And want me back.... _To B----_ You have freed me-- In opening wide the doors Of flesh You have freed me Of the binding leash. I have climbed the heights Of white disaster My body screaming In the silver crash of passion ... Before you gave yourself To him I had chained myself For you. But when at last You lowered your proud flag In surrender complete You gave me too, as hostage-- And I have wept my joy At the dawn-tipped shrine Of many breasts. _To Jean_ When you poured your love Like molten flame Into the throbbing mold Of her pulsing veins Leaving her blood a river of fire And her arteries channels of light, I hated you ... Hated with that primal hate That has its wells In the flesh of me And the flesh of you And the flesh of her I hated you-- Hated with envy Your mastery of her being ... With one fleshy gesture You pricked the iridescent bubble Of my dreams And so to make Your conquest more sweet I tell you now That I hated you. _To Catalina_ Love thy piano, Oh girl, It will give you back Note for note The harmonies of your soul. It will sing back to you The high songs of your heart. It will give As well as take.... _To Mariette_ I sought consolation In the sorrow of your eyes. You sought reguerdon In the crying of my heart ... We found that shattered dreamers Can be bitter hosts.... _To_ ---- You call it Death of the Spirit And I call it Life ... The vigor of vibration, The muffled knocks, The silver sheen of passion’s flood, The ecstasy of pain ... You call it Death of the Spirit And I call it Life. _To Telie_ You have made my voice A rippling laugh But my heart A crying thing ... ’Tis better thus: A fleeting kiss And then, The dark.... _To “Chick”_