Цитаты из книги Collected Poems

Somebody had made one. You admired it. So you began to make your rag rug. You needed to do it. Played on by lightnings You needed an earth. Maybe. Or needed To pull something out of yourself— Some tapeworm of the psyche. I was simply Happy to watch your scissors being fearless … Whenever you worked at your carpet I felt happy. Then I could read Conrad’s novels to you. I could cradle your freed mind in my voice, Chapter by chapter, sentence by sentence, Word by word: “Heart of Darkness,” … I dreamed of our house Before we ever found it. A great snake Lifted its head from a well in the middle of the house Exactly where the well is, beneath its slab, In the middle of the house. A golden serpent, thick as a child’s body, Eased from the opened well. And poured out Through the back door, a length that seemed unending—

Crow's First Lesson

God tried to teach Crow how to talk. 'Love,' said God. 'Say, Love.' Crow gaped, and the white shark crashed into the sea And went rolling downwards, discovering its own depth.

'No, no,' said God. 'Say Love. Now try it. LOVE.' Crow gaped, and a bluefly, a tsetse, a mosquito Zoomed out and down To their sundry flesh-pots.

'A final try,' said God. 'Now, LOVE.' Crow convulsed, gaped, retched and Man's bodiless prodigious head Bulbed out onto the earth, with swivelling eyes, Jabbering protest –

And Crow retched again, before God could stop him. And woman's vulva dropped over man's neck and tightened. The two struggled together on the grass. God struggled to part them, cursed, wept –

Crow flew guiltily