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Veer-Voices: Two Sisters Under Crows
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VCer-VOices: Two Sisters Under Crows Sometimes are living those who have been seen Together those farthest leaning With some dark birds and fielded Below them countercrying and hawing in savage openness For every reason. Such are as we, to come out And under and balance-cruise, Cross-slanting and making long, raw, exhaustless Secret-ballot assertions feeding and selfsupporting our surround By all angles ofoutcry; it seems to lift and steady us To the ground. IfI were to say to you From a stand-offofcorn-rowsSay to you just as I entered Their shifting, bi-lingual rasping, The crows' vector-cloud And parable, my sister, this is where we eat The last ofour dawn-dust hanging Stranded and steady behind us shall say We should have known we would end up in full Health here end up pilfering A crossroads and passing out One kind ofvoice in skinned speeches All over the place leaning and flying Passing into flying in and out Ofeach other with nothing to tell of But the angles oflight-sensitive dust Between fences leaded with dew, You might say back, Come with me Into the high-tension carry Ofthese fences: come in a double stand-down From the night-mass offamiliesRooms ofworld-wearying order, our stifled folkAnd bring them forth with us, Veer-Voices: Two Sisters Under Crows /4I9 Stalk-standing, space-burning, to call All over, to hear These wires-thumb-echo ofthe harp Pronged with herding whispers, cross-handed Fingered-and all Ofus would be then Veer-crying and straining like wire Redoubling its prongs, and could contrive to praise Sufficiently, and counterpraise Barbed wire and these crows: Their spirit-shifting splits Oftongue, their cry ofunfathomable hordes. Springhouse) Menses) HeldApple) House andBeyond Nothing but one life: all stands: I go out with my main ear in each stone End-stopping a creek: territorially Listen, and beyond the live seepage ofrock Is a window cleanly blinded with an orchard. Everything the world has made This day, through sheen and rock Can pierce through stone and glass And air, I hear. My hand inertially rounding, I love far in and far from me: The stalled tightening ofdistant fruit, the wasp's delaying Uncontested spasm at the pane. Sealed and sweeping depth Is part ofme now, and I ride it, gone bright inside in the dark Ofthe raised, rounded quarry and its cool; I am reined-in and thriving with the wasp: I meet now vibrantly with him And unbearably at the broad window: When he gives up the glass, I shall rise and walk out through all the walls Six from Puella / 420 ...