ex: The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
I before my death, Have composed, An elegy of the Earth, Which (after war) Roodali of the Air will sing, Weeping and wailing, Sitting amid the burnt Decomposed bodies |
“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then - ”
I before my death, Have composed, An elegy of the Earth, Which (after war) Roodali of the Air will sing, Weeping and wailing, Sitting amid the burnt Decomposed bodies. Significance: It makes people memorize the dead. |
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able
Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.