Barefoot in the Head (1969)
“Indeed, to other peeled-off I’s The difference is an eternal recurrence: And the stone trees that erupt along My beaches, roots washed bone-clever By the tow and rinse of change — They shade one instance only of me, For circumstance is more than character.
At this bare fence I once turned left And became another person: laughed Where else I cried and now sit lingering Looking at Japanese prints; Or in a restaurant decked with pine Cones taste in company Silver carp and damson tart.
Along the ...walls Other I’s went, strangers in word and deed, Alien photocopies, spooks Closer than blood-brothers, more alarming Than haggard face spectral in empty room, Lonelier than stone age campfires, doppelgangers.
They are my possibilities. Their pasts were once My past, but in the surging wheels And cogs become distorted. So, this one — On a far-distant spoke! — danced All night and had splendid lovers, Wrote love letters still kept locked Treasured in a bureau-drawer, knew girls The world now knows by name and voice.MoreLess
At this bare fence I once turned left And became another person: laughed Where else I cried and now sit lingering Looking at Japanese prints; Or in a restaurant decked with pine Cones taste in company Silver carp and damson tart.
Along the ...walls Other I’s went, strangers in word and deed, Alien photocopies, spooks Closer than blood-brothers, more alarming Than haggard face spectral in empty room, Lonelier than stone age campfires, doppelgangers.
They are my possibilities. Their pasts were once My past, but in the surging wheels And cogs become distorted. So, this one — On a far-distant spoke! — danced All night and had splendid lovers, Wrote love letters still kept locked Treasured in a bureau-drawer, knew girls The world now knows by name and voice.MoreLess
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