Góngora – Mallarmé – Joyce
Hopkins and the Arabs

under threat, constant, of the
blade sweetened
whetted-sweet blade who self-denied the host
second-chanced fall the same
weak one, none such weaker language
tongue on verge (of)
tongue simply
rung toward union vía
purge and illumine dear one,
dearest unit, secure rest,
period and decline.
PEDAJIVE
“Was there a drain in the psychic energy? Did he sorta fatigue on you?”
S.O.
In case I gave the impression, with hemming and hawing, that I had written something obscene:
Lest you think I wrote something obscene, I hasten to translate the worst:
“I would like to kiss every freckle on your lovely (long) neck.”

Written in the 70s, 70s-10a. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)