In a thunder dimension of a new alphabet<\/span><\/p>\n
She is the present tense,<\/span><\/p>\n
An astonishing revolutionary reality<\/span><\/p>\n
Of my burning Nijinsky.<\/span><\/p>\n
Her smile is the stamp on my postcard, the bow<\/span><\/p>\n
In the cloud of my melting dance<\/span><\/p>\n
And I become now a dervish whirling<\/span><\/p>\n
In your electric field.<\/span><\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Poem on Noticing My Bald Head<\/b><\/p>\n
Brail kernels rescind in slabs of stone,<\/span><\/p>\n
Decrepit obelisk at the forecourt.<\/span><\/p>\n
The centre is cyclic bare; now will blasted<\/span><\/p>\n
Stalks of hair sprout!<\/span><\/p>\n
Peradventure the grisled periscopes<\/span><\/p>\n
The cloistered dialectics of the Muse<\/span><\/p>\n
With epithets on base drums.<\/span><\/p>\n
Then must I not dialogue this Sabbath spatial scale,<\/span><\/p>\n
Cobbling my mixed wine, while I glare<\/span><\/p>\n
At both the shadow and the passing light?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Alev In a thunder dimension of a new alphabet She is the present tense, An astonishing revolutionary reality Of my burning Nijinsky. Her smile is the stamp on my postcard, <\/p>\n