When we reached the riverbank
Remember
how we offered naked throats
The
current’s rope?
And
wasn’t it always just so just so deep
As
pockets where we kept water clocks
Blinking
silent oceans?
Our
mothers were standing on our eyelids
Our
fathers were standing on our tongues
We
with our delirious waltzes
O
we of ancient dizzy dances
We
with wide proletarian eyes
We saw demented violins
We spun without losing breath
We
heedless of the hour
And
the ceremony’s import!
Our
mothers were standing on our eyelids
Our
fathers were standing on our tongues
We
lost our arithmetic trying hard
To
figure out the equation for the act of love
So
incompatible with the act of poetry
We
heard the tragic lips
The
hiss and then the lisp
But
we never heard the word
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