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The Way Into Wood<br />
Nathaniel Tarn, 1970<br />
By the skin of my reason, with my fingers,<br />
with slow waters indolently swamped,<br />
I fall to the imperium of the forget-me-nots,<br />
an unforgiving air of mournfuless,<br />
a decayed, forgotten hall<br />
<strong>and</strong> a cluster of bitter clovers.<br />
I fall into the shadows, to the core<br />
of shattered things,<br />
<strong>and</strong> I see spiders, <strong>and</strong> pasture coppices<br />
of secret, inconclusive timbers,<br />
pacing through soaked, uprooted fibres<br />
at the living heart of matter <strong>and</strong> silence.<br />
Oh lovely matter, dry-winged rose,<br />
as I drown I climb your petals,<br />
my feet are burning with fatigue,<br />
I kneel down in your hard cathedral<br />
thrashing my lips with an angel.<br />
It is because I am myself faced with your<br />
colour of world,<br />
with your pale dead shoulders,<br />
your gathered hearts,<br />
your silent multitude.<br />
It is I dying under your wave of odours<br />
wrapped in autumn <strong>and</strong> resistance:<br />
about to take a funeral journey<br />
along the ridges of yellow scars:<br />
I with my lamentations that have no genesis,<br />
hungry, sleepless, alone,<br />
threading darkened corridors,<br />
arriving at your mysterious essence.<br />
I see the course of your petrified currents,<br />
the growth of frozen, interrupted h<strong>and</strong>s,<br />
I hear your oceanic vegetations<br />
rustling by night,<br />
enraged, intractable,<br />
<strong>and</strong> I feel the leaves dying to the very core,<br />
fusing their green materials<br />
with your ab<strong>and</strong>oned immobility.<br />
Mueller 48<br />
Pores, veins, rings of sweetness,<br />
weight, silent temperature,<br />
arrows struck into your fallen soul,<br />
beings asleep in your thick mouth,<br />
shreds of sweet pulp devoured entirely,<br />
ashes full of extinguished souls,<br />
gather to me, to my limitless dream,<br />
fall into my bed where the night falls<br />
<strong>and</strong> fall without an end like broken water,<br />
clasp me to your life, to your death,<br />
to your submissive materials,<br />
to your dead, neutralized doves,<br />
<strong>and</strong> let us make fire, <strong>and</strong> silence, <strong>and</strong> sound,<br />
<strong>and</strong> let us burn, <strong>and</strong> be hushed among bells.