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Authors: Mina Loy
It is ambient               And it is in your eyes
Something shiny        Something only for you
                                      Something that I must not see
It is in my ears            Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
                                     Something only for me
Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might make an end of the jostling of aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos
Where two or three are welded together
They shall become god
â â â â â â â
Oh that's right
Keep away from me   Please give me a push
Don't let me understand you   Don't realise me
Or we might tumble together
Depersonalized
Identical
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you â you â me
XIV
Today
Everlasting   passing   apparent   imperceptible
To you
I bring the nascent virginity of
âMyself   for the moment
No love   or the other thing
Only the impact of lighted bodies
Knocking sparks off each other
In chaos
XV
Seldom   Trying for Love
Fantasy dealt them out as gods
Two or three men   looked only human
But you alone
Superhuman    apparently
I had to be caught in the weak eddy
Of your drivelling humanity
                          To love you most
XVI
We might have lived together
In the lights of the Arno
Or gone apple stealing under the sea
Or played
Hide and seek in love and cob-webs
And a lullaby on a tin-pan
And      talked till there were no more tongues
To talk with
And never have known any better
XVII
I don't care
Where the legs of the legs of the furniture are walking to
Or what is hidden in the shadows they stride
Or what would look at me
If the shutters were not shut
Red      a warm colour on the battle-field
Heavy on my knees as a counterpane
Count counter
I counted    the fringe of the towel
Till two tassels clinging together
Let the square room fall away
From a round vacuum
Dilating with my breath
XVIII
Out of the severing
Of hill from hill
The interim
Of star from star
The nascent
Static
Of night
XIX
Nothing so conserving
As cool cleaving
Note of the Q H U
Clear carving
Breath-giving
Pollen smelling
Space
White telling
Of slaking
Drinkable
Through fingers
Running water
Grass haulms
Grow to
Leading astray
Of fireflies
Aerial quadrille
Bouncing
Off one another
Again conjoining
In recaptured pulses
Of light
You too
Had something
At that time
Of a green-lit glow-worm
â â â â â â â
Yet slowly drenched
To raylessness
In rain
XX
Let Joy go solace-winged
To flutter whom she may concern
XXI
I store up nights against you
Heavy with shut-flower's nightmares
â â â â â â â â â â
Stack noons
Curled to the solitaire
Core of the
Sun
XXII
Green things grow
Salads
For the cerebral
Forager's revival
Upon bossed bellies
Of mountains
Rolling in the sun
And flowered flummery
Breaks
To my silly shoes
In ways without you
I go
Gracelessly
As things go
XXIII
Laughter in solution
Stars in a stare
Irredeemable pledges
Of pubescent consummations
Rot
To the recurrent moon
Bleach
To the pure white
Wickedness of pain
XXIV
The procreative truth of Me
Petered out
In pestilent
Tear drops
Little lusts and lucidities
And prayerful lies
Muddled with the heinous acerbity
Of your street-corner smile
XXV
Licking the Arno
The little rosy
Tongue of Dawn
Interferes with our eyelashes
â â â â â â â â
We twiddle to it
Round and round
Faster
And turn into machines
Till the sun
Subsides in shining
Melts some of us
Into abysmal pigeon-holes
Passion has bored
In warmth
Some few of us
Grow to the level of cool plains
Cutting our foot-hold
With steel eyes
XXVI
Shedding our petty pruderies
From slit eyes
We sidle up
To Nature
â â â that irate pornographist
XXVII
Nucleus     Nothing
Inconceivable concept
Insentient repose
The hands of races
Drop off from
Immodifiable plastic
The contents
Of our ephemeral conjunction
In aloofness from Much
Flowed to approachment of â â â â
NOTHING
There was a man and a woman
In the way
While the Irresolvable
Rubbed with our daily deaths
Impossible eyes
XXVIII
The steps go up for ever
And they are white
And the first step   is the last white
Forever
Coloured    conclusions
Smelt    to synthetic
Whiteness
Of my
Emergence
And I am burnt quite white
In the climacteric
Withdrawal of your sun
And wills and words all white
Suffuse
Illimitable monotone
White   where there is nothing to see
But a white towel
Wipes the cymophanous sweat
âMist rise of livingâ
From your
Etiolate body
And the white dawn
Of your     New Day
Shuts down on me
Unthinkable     that white over there
â â â Is smoke from your house
XXIX
Evolution     fall foul of
Sexual equality
Prettily miscalculate
Similitude
Unnatural selection
Breed such sons and daughters
As shall jibber at each other
Uninterpretable cryptonyms
Under the moon
Give them some way of braying brassily
For caressive calling
Or to homophonous hiccoughs
Transpose the laugh
Let them suppose that tears
Are snowdrops or molasses
Or anything
Than human insufficiencies
Begging dorsal vertebrae
Let meeting be the turning
To the antipodean
And Form     a blurr
Anything
Than seduce them
To the one
As simple satisfaction
For the other
Let them clash together
From their incognitoes
In seismic orgasm
For far further
Differentiation
Rather than watch
Own-self distortion
Wince in the alien ego
XXX
In some
Prenatal plagiarism
FÅtal buffoons
Caught tricks
â â â â â
From archetypal pantomime
Stringing emotions
Looped aloft
â â â â
For the blind eyes
That Nature knows us with
And the most of Nature      is green
â â â â â â â â â â
What guaranty
For the proto-form
We fumble
Our souvenir ethics to
â â â â â â â
XXXI
Crucifixion
Of a busy-body
Longing to interfere so
With the intimacies
Of your insolent isolation
Crucifixion
Of an illegal ego's
Eclosion
On your equilibrium
Caryatid      of an idea
Crucifixion
Wracked arms
Index extremities
In vacuum
To the unbroken fall
XXXII
The moon is cold
Joannes
Where the Mediterranean â â â â â
XXXIII
The prig of passion â â â â
To your professorial paucity
Proto-plasm was raving mad
Evolving us â â â
XXXIV
Love â â â the preeminent litterateur
CORPSES AND GENIUSES
 (POEMS 1919â1930)Â
Passport photo of Loy, 1920s
To clear the drifts of spring
Of our forebear's excrements
And bury the subconscious archives
Under unaffected flowers
      Indeedâ
Our person is a covered entrance to infinity
Choked with the tatters of tradition
Goddesses and Young Gods
Caress the sanctity of Adolescence
In the shaft of the sun.
We have flowed out of ourselves
Beginning on the outside
That shrivable skin
Where you leave off
Of infinite elastic
Walking the ceiling
Our eyelashes polish stars
Curled close in the youngest corpuscle
Of a descendant
We spit up our passions in our grand-dams
Fixing the extension of your reactions
Our shadow lengthens
In your fear
You are so old
Born in our immortality
Stuck fast as Life
In one impalpable
Omniprevalent Dimension
We are turned inside out
Your cities lie digesting in our stomachs
Street lights footle in our ocular darkness
Having swallowed your irate hungers
Satisfied before bread-breaking
To your dissolution
We splinter into Wholes
Stirring the remorses of your tomorrow
Among the refuse of your unborn centuries
In our busy ashbins
Stink the melodies
Of your
So easily reducible
Adolescences
Our tissue is of that which escapes you
Birth-Breaths and orgasms
The shattering tremor of the static
The far-shore of an instant
The unsurpassable openness of the circle
Legerdemain of God
Only in the segregated angles of Lunatic Asylums
Do those who have strained to exceeding themselves
Break on our edgeless contours
The mouthed echoes of what
Has exuded to our companionship
Is horrible to the ear
Of the half that is left inside them.
The belching ghost-wail of the locomotive
trailing her rattling wooden tail
into the jazz-band sunset.   .   .   .
The mountains in a row
set pinnacles of ferocious isolation
under the alien hot heaven
Vegetable cripples of drought
thrust up the parching appeal
cracking open the earth
stump-fingered cacti
and hunch-back palm trees
belabour the cinders of twilight.   .   .   .
          the whipper snapper child of the sun
His pert blonde spirit
          scoured by the Scandinavian Boreas
His head
       an adolescent oval
       ostrich egg
The victorious        silly         beauty of his face
       awakens to his instincts
A vivacious knick-knack tipped with gold
       he puts the world
       to the test of intuition
       Smiling from ear to ear
       Living from other hands to mouth
       Holding in immaculate arms
                           the syphilitic sailor
                           on his avoided death bunk
                           or the movie vamp
       among the muffled shadows of the shrubberiesââ
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