ENTRY May 11
Some see you in similes: Helen's rich curves
colors autumn has. You please them
as opium dream pleases, or you smile as the sun is rising ---
or you walk proudly like a woman courted.
But I see you best unrelated --- with not a metaphor to your name:
your hair not like the silk of corn or spiders but like your hair,
your mouth resembling nothing so wonderfully much as your own mouth.
Why should I say you are a like a slender water bird on wing?
This is but a side of you, a fraction. Or that your thighs are lilies ---
lilies are cold,
lilies are neither quick or scented --- they do not stain the night
with velvet musk ------ they cannot fire love and quench it.
I mean - - - compliments become you
as tinsel becomes a tall snow covered cedar in a mountain cedar wood.
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