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I: "Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds, / O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon, / There is not nothing, no, no, never nothing, / Like the clashed edges of two words that kill. " / And so I mocked her in magnificent measure. / Or was it that I mocked myself alone? / I wish that I might be a thinking stone. / The sea of spuming thought foists up again / The radiant bubble that she was. And then / A deep up-pouring from some saltier well / Within me, bursts its watery syllable.
II: A red bird flies across the golden floor. / It is a red bird that seeks out his choir / Among the choirs of wind and wet and wing. / A torrent will fall from him when he finds. / Shall I uncrumple this much-crumpled thing? / I am a man of fortune greeting heirs; / For it has come that thus I greet the spring. / These choirs of welcome choir for me farewell. / No spring can follow past meridian. / Yet you persist with anecdotal bliss / To make believe a starry _connaissance_.