Look! do you see these words
Inside me loosely turning
These enormous
Flies I call my blood
Do you see these unzipped trousers
I call American persuasion
Whenever I stand here
Tiresomely shirtless at the swollen
River so dangerously supple this time of year
So soft-muscled
That three coal-barges
That three coal-barges
Hit the bridge and they go down
Zip zip zip just like that without
Your lips
So much as parting briefly now and
Have your eyes always been too blue for autumn
Have your hands always been as careless
As these leaves
Exiled on the water
Look! do you see how this gray light
Lulls the sky
Do you see the drowned man
Seek the earth
Set in your clay pot
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