I am visited by a man who is the god of foxes
Fresh from his den
We smile at one another
My eyes leap
The floor slants—the room slopes
Things melt into each other
Seeing the loose chaos of words on the page
My circus and I are two individuals
Joined together in life
This is powerful knowledge
We smile with it
I look into the blue gray gloom of dreariness
Blooming on an osprey, frozen sky high to challenge me
Glaring at me
There is no beauty
The exotic has come to an end
There is nothing in the night but fast clouds
I am caught in reveries of love
I am in a room of light hell and warm heaven
Gentle love … gentle love …
Wonder at wonder—in dreariness and beauty
Aloof in perpetual un-amazed astonishment
I am visited by a man who is the god of foxes Fresh from his den We smile at one another My eyes leap The floor slants—the room slopes Things melt into each other Seeing the loose chaos of words on the page My circus and I are two individuals Joined together in life This is powerful knowledge We smile with it
I look into the blue gray gloom of dreariness Blooming on an osprey, frozen sky high to challenge me Glaring at me There is no beauty The exotic has come to an end There is nothing in the night but fast clouds I am caught in reveries of love I am in a room of light hell and warm heaven
Gentle love … gentle love … Wonder at wonder—in dreariness and beauty Aloof in perpetual un-amazed astonishment
McClure—Peyote Poem [paraphrased]