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Poem
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“Here is a hand / To fill it and willing / To bring teacups and roll away headaches / And do whatever you tell it”
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The Applicant
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“Will you marry it?”
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The Applicant
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“It is guaranteed / To thumb shut your eyes at the end / And dissolve of sorrow”
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The Applicant
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“Come here, sweetie, out of the closet”
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The Applicant
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“Naked as paper to start / But in twenty-five years she’ll be silver, / In fifty, gold. / A living doll, everywhere you look.”
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The Applicant
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It can sew, it can cook, / It can talk, talk, talk. / It works, there is nothing wrong with it. / You have a hole, it’s a poultice. / You have an eye, it’s an image.”
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The Applicant
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“Out of the ash / I rise with my red hair / And I eat men like air.”
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Lady Lazarus
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“How you jump – / Trepanned veteran, / Dirty girl, / Thumb stump”
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Cut
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“I am flushed and warm. / I think I may be enormous, / I am so stupidly happy”
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Letter in November
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“Every woman adores a Fascist, / The boot in the face”
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Daddy
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“Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children”
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The Munich Mannequins
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“The blood flood is the flood of love, / The absolute sacrifice. / It means: no more idols but me”
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The Munich Mannequins
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“Orange lollies on silver sticks”
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The Munich Mannequins
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“The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz. / And the black phones on hooks / Glittering / Glittering and digesting Voicelessness. The snow has no voice”
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The Munich Mannequins
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“In the hotels / Hands will be opening doors and setting / Down shoes for a polish of carbon / Into which broad toes will go tomorrow”
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The Munich Mannequins
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“Then sits / Back, fat jug / Contemplating a world clear as water. / A red / Shred in his little fist”
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Balloons
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