tail frisks) (gonE) “mouse”, We are not the same you and i, since here’s a little he or is it It ? (or was something we saw in the mirror)? therefore we’ll kiss;for maybe what was Disappeared into ourselves who (look). ,startled IV but if i should say goodmorning trouble adds up all sorts of quickly things on the slate of that nigger’s face(but If i should say thankyouverymuch mr rosenbloom picks strawberries with beringed hands)but if i Should say solong my tailor chuckles like a woman in a dream(but if i should say Now the all saucers but cups if begin to spoons dance every- should where say over the damned table and we hold lips Eyes everything hands you know what happens)but if i should, Say, V in spite of everything which breathes and moves, since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease) will smooth entirely our minds --before leaving my room i turn, and(stooping through the morning)kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were. VI you are not going to, dear. You are not going to and i but that doesn’t in the least matter. The big fear Who held us deeply in His fist is no longer, can you imagine it i can’t which doesn’t matter and what does is possibly this dear, that we may resume impact with the inutile collide once more with the imaginable,love,and eat sunlight(do you believe it? i begin to and that doesn’t matter)which i suggest teach us a new terror always which shall brighten carefully these things we consider life. Dear i put my eyes into you but that doesn’t matter further than of old because you fooled the doctors,i touch you with hopesand words and with so and so: we are together, we will kiss or smile or move. It’s different too isn’t it different dear from moving as we, you and i,used to move when i thought you were going to(but that doesn’t matter) when you thought you were going to America. Then moving was a matter of not keeping still;we were two alert lice in the blond hair of nothing VII since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis VIII