The silent man in mocha brown The silent vertebrate exhales, Contracts and concentrates, withdraws; Rachel née Rabinovitch Tears at the grapes with murderous paws; She and the lady in the cape Are suspect, thought to be in league; Leaves the room and reappears Circumscribe a golden grin ; The host with someone indistinct And sang within the bloody wood To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud. WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY Webster was much possessed by death Daffodil bulbs instead of balls Stared from the sockets of the eyes! He knew that thought clings round dead limbs Tightening its lusts and luxuries. Donne, I suppose, was such another He knew the anguish of the marrow No contact possible to flesh Grishkin is nice; her Russian eye The couched Brazilian jaguar The sleek and sinuous jaguar As Grishkin in a drawing-room. And even abstracter entities Circumambulate her charm; But our lot crawls between dry ribs Puts predict at the fut |