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Tangible, distant woman, here the earth waits for you With what it does not need To guess: with what it truly has In its hands. Through pigweed and sawgrass Move; move sharply; move m Through anything, and hurt, ifyou have to. Don't come down; Come forward. A man loves you. Spring-Shock All bubbles travelling In tubes, and being lights: up down and around They were: blue, red and every man uncaught And guilty. Prison-paleness Over the street between strobes Unfailingly. But no light On top ofanything moving, until The last, one: one. Whoever it was switched it Dead when he saw me. Winter; not dreamlike but a dream and cars Ofthat. I took my stand where they were called By absent law to stop, obstructedly raging And I could not get in. All their windows Were sealed and throbbing With strobe, red and blue, red and blue And go. One pulled out ofthe flight Ofothers; pulled up and may have had back-road Dust on it red dust in a last shot Of blue. A man in a cowboy hat rolled down The window on my side. His voice Was home-born Southern; Oklahoma, Texas, Could have been. Manhandling my overcoat, I slid In there with him. Central Park South, I said, A war-safety wne; the St. Moritz. Spring-Shock / 443 He turned up One ofthe streets with no lights. Into the seat I settled; black buildings thickened Around us, high tenements flattening Into squares; warehouses now, They were; maybe docks. I watched. No birds. No trash-cans. The car died Between two alley walls And froze, and a voice at last, still Out ofOklahoma, said "I want your money." We were present In silence. A brought-on up-backward thock Took place, and on the fresh blade A light alive in the hand New-born with spring-shock. It was mine At sixty. "I want your car," I said. TheEagle'sMile for Justice William Douglas The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile -Blake Unwarned, catch into this With everything you have: the trout streaming with all its quick In the strong curve all things on all sides In motion the soul strenuous And still in time-flow as in water blowing Fresh and for a long time Downhill something like air it is Also and it is dawn There in merciless look-down As though an eagle or Adam In lightning, or both, were watching uncontrollably For meat, among the leaves. Douglas, with you The soul tries it one-eyed, halfyour sight left hanging in a river The EagleJs Mile / 444 ...

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