
barbed-wire strand:
a two-way ant highway,
around the pasture.

barbed-wire strand:
a two-way ant highway,
around the pasture.

dragonfly,
cool autumn morn:
dead or in thaw?
Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
We will go where winds blow, waves dash,
and the Yankee clipper speeds by under
full sail.
Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the
elements,
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem,
curiosity;
Allons! from all formules!
From your formules, O bat-eyed and
materialistic priests.
The stale cadaver blocks up the passage--
the burial waits no longer.
Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood,
thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she
bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the
best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet
and determin'd bodies,
No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or
venereal taint is permitted here.
(I and mine do not convince by arguments,
similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)

three lil kittens
rotate through one-on-one
combat — tag-team style.
Allons! whoever you are come travel with
me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.
The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible
at first, Nature is rude and
incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are
divine things well envelop'd,
I swear to you there are divine things more
beautiful than words can tell.
Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however
convenient this dwelling we cannot
remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however
calm these waters we must not anchor
here,
However welcome the hospitality that
surrounds us we are permitted to receive
it but a little while.
The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is
happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at
all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly
charged.
Here rises the fluid and attaching character,
The fluid and attaching character is the
freshness and sweetness of man and
woman,
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher
and sweeter every day out of the roots of
themselves, than it sprouts fresh and
sweet continually out of itself.)
Toward the fluid and attaching character
exudes the sweat of the love of young and
old,
From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks
beauty and attainments,
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing
ache of contact.