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December 21, 2016

When I am struck by feather'd fancifuls—
These finely-wrought, these fleeting, fearful things—
I reach for interstitial catalogues:
A compound name, its scansion in the wings;
A blunt dissection of a line that fails
(A lyric documentary of thought
That lies before me, nude and ill at ease,
The floor bedecked with its pearlescent scales;
Hart Crane's "The Bridge"; ou les orfèvreries
Of subway passengers in silver crystallised;
A warning from the ether, roundabout;
A dense, impastoed vanitas, disguised:
A watch, a ring, a wallet, a French knife;
And the impending Second Coming of the wife.