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CheerfulJack Spicer

Frog

Like all the novels I've read My mind is going to a climax And a climax means a splash in the pool. Boong. Boong. Boong. And your heart is full of water And your nose can't hardly breathe. Remember How black those pinetrees were that fire burned. All that black forest. And the noise (Splash) Of a single green needle.
SadJack Spicer

Song of Two Windows

Wind, window, moon (I open the window to the sky) Wind, window, moon (I open the window to the earth) Then From the sky The voices of two girls. In the middle of my mirror A girl is drowning The voice of a single girl. She holds cold fire like a glass Each thing she watches Has become double. Cold fire is Cold fire is. In the middle of my mirror
ContemplativeJack Spicer

Debussy

My shadow moves silently Upon the water in the ditch. Upon my shadow are the frogs Blocked off from the stars. The shadow demands from my body Unmoving images. My shadow skims the water like a huge Violet-colored mosquito. A hundred crickets try to mine gold From the light in the rushes A light born in my heart Upon the ditch, reflected.
DreamyJack Spicer

Narcissus

Child, How you keep falling into rivers. At the bottom there's a rose And in the rose there's another river. Look at that bird. Look That yellow bird. My eyes have fallen down Into the water. My God, How they're slipping! Youngster! —— And I'm in the rose myself. When I was lost in water I Understood but won't tell you.
SadJack Spicer

Narcissus

Poor Narcissus Your dim fragrance And the dim heart of the river I want to stay at your edge Flower of love Poor Narcissus Ripples and sleeping fish Cross your white eyes Songbirds and butterflies Japanese mine I so tall beside you Flower of love Poor Narcissus How wide-awake the frogs are They won't stay out of the surface In which your madness and my madness
DreamyJack Spicer

Verlaine

A song Which I shall never sing Has fallen asleep on my lips. A song Which I shall never sing-- Above the honeysuckle There's a firefly And the moon stings With a ray into the water-- At that time I'll imagine The song Which I shall never sing. A song full of lips And far-off washes A song full of lost Hours in the shadow

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