And there was a booming above you That night black airplanes flew over the sea And they were lowin' and shiftin' like Beached whales, Shelled snails As you strained and you squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soakin' in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
And there was a silence you took to mean something: Run, sing For alive you will evermore be And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulking Has gone east While you're left to explain them to me Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbly running To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking? You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking
It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over The firebreather is beneath a clover Beneath his breathing there is cold clay forever A toothless hound-dog chokin' on a feather
But I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever) Down to the swimmin' hole, where there grows a bitter herb That blooms but one day a year by the riverside - I'd bring it here: Apply it gently To the love you've lent me
While the river was twistin' and braidin', the bait bobbed And the stream sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly Gone treacly Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat In the frenzied coilin' flush long the muscles beneath
Press on me: we are restless things Webs of seaweed are swaddling And you called upon the dusk Of the musk of the squid Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it! Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
And when the fire moves away Fire moves away, son Why would you say I was the last one?
Scrape your knee; it is only skin Makes the sound of violins And when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings I'm the happiest woman among all women
And the shallow Water Stretches as far as I can see Knee-deep, trudgin' along A seagull weeps; "So long!"
I'm hummin' a threshin' song Until the night is over Hold on! Hold on! Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of town Candy weighin' both of my pockets down 'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them (and knowin' how the common-folk condemn What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm Being a woman, being a woman)
But always up the mountainside you're clambering Gropin' blindly, hungry for anything: Pickin' through your pocket linin', well, what is this? Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain Little sister, he will be back again I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain Spider's ghosts hang soaked and dangeling Silently from all the blooming cherry trees In tiny nooses, safe from everyone - nothing but a nuisance, gone now, dead, done Be a woman, be a woman!
Though we felt the spray of the waves We decided to stay 'till the tide rose too far We weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are And you know that we know what you are
Awful atoll Oh, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow! Bawl, bellow: Sibyll sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll; Teeth an impalpable bit of leather While yarrow, heather and hollyhock Awkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine? My heart? Mine anymore?
Stay with me for awhile That's an awfully real gun And though life will lay it down As the lightnin' has lately done
Failing this, failing this, Follow me, my sweetest friend To see what you anointed in pointin' your gun there
Lay it down! Nice and slow! There is nowhere to go, save up Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream At the sight of my baby, out back: Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in - while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
Last week our picture window produced a half-word Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake And pant and labor over every intake
I said a sort of prayer for some rare grace Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place Said: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot hand She slumped her sick weight We tramped through the poison oak Heartbroke and inchoate
The dogs were snappin' And you cuffed their collars While I climbed the tree-house Then how I hollered! While she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two
Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew Away back in the world that moves, often According to the hoarding of these clues Dogs still run roughly 'round Little tufts of finch-down)
And the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland But his hand in my hand made 'em hale and harmless While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming; We have everything Life is thundering blissful towards death In a stampede of His fumbling green gentleness
You stopped by, I was all alive In my doorway, we shucked and jived And when you wept, I was gone: See, I got gone when I got wise But I can't with certainty say we survived
Then down, and down And down, and down And down, and deeper Stoke without sound The blameless flames You endless sleeper
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within Sleeped through the things that shouldn't have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves away Fire moves away, son And why would you say I was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone Take my bones, I don't need none Cold, cold cupboard, Lord, nothing to chew on! Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole, not three inches round Spit your pit in a hole in the ground Weep upon the spot for the starvin' of me! 'Till up grow a fine young cherry tree
When the bough breaks, what'll you make for me? A little willow cabin to rest on your knee Well what will I do with a trinket such as this? Think of your woman, who's gone to the west
But I'm starvin' and freezin' in my measly old bed! Then I'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head Come across the desert with no shoes on! I love you truly, or I love no-one
Fire Moves Away
Fire moves away, son Why would you say That I was the last one? Last one...
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you And if the love of a woman or two, dear, Could move you to such heights, then all I can do Is do, my darling, right by you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
