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Turing Test

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• 1.• is beauty itself• that they were walking there. All along the new world

naked,• cold, familiar wind -

• 2.• Pink confused with white• flowers and flowers reversed• take and spill the shaded flame• darting it back• into the lamp's horn

• 3.• The winds of the oozy woods which wear• the ocean, with azure moss and flowers• So sweet, the purple even• I sleep in the arrows• Of the dome of death.

• 4.• O thou,• Who moved among some fierce Maenad, even among noise• and blue• Between the bones sang, scattered and the silent seas.

• 5.• She eyes me with an ingrown eye,• in the rhythm of teacup tapping• thinks of sweeping away crumbs

• 6.• At six I cannot pray:• Pray for lovers,• through narrow streets• And pray to fly• But the Virgin in their dark wintry bed

• 7.• What seas what shores what granite islands towards my

timbers• and woodthrush calling through the fog• My daughter.

• 8.• Imagine now a tree in white sails still whirled• About the leaves• will be of silences• Calm and angels

• 9.• -and the sun, dipping into the avenues• streaking the tops of• the irregular red houselets,• and• the gay shadows dropping and dropping.

• 10.• The morning and already• a perfect if slightly paled• old park turned with young women• seized in amber

• 11.• "Interesting book?"• she sits• dancing by the electric typewriter,• bloodless revolution of meats• strings of use,• Politic, cautious, and the fact• she is calling them all -• The children at his feet• he is always time• To roll it was dark,• damp, jagged, like the voice• Because of love ends.

• 12.• Men with picked voices chant the names• of cities in a huge gallery: promises• that pull through descending stairways• to a deep rumbling.

• 13.• Where were thou, sad Hour, selected from whose race is• guiding me,• Lured by the love of Autumn's being,• Thou, from heaven is gone, where was lorn Urania• When rocked to fly with thee in her clarion o'er the arms of

death.

• 14.• Lady of Autumn's being,• Thou, from the day, having to care• Teach us now thoroughly small and create,• And then presume?• And this, and me,• And place of the unspoken word, the unread vision in

Baiae's bay,• And the posterity of Michelangelo.

• 15.• I am lonely, lonely.• I slap an answer myself• she hides deep within her• yet plays-• Milkless.

• 16.• O my shoulders, flanks, buttocks• against trespassers,• against thieves,• storms, sun, fire,• against thieves,• storms, sun, fire,• against flies, against weeds, storm-tides,• neighbors, weasels that waken• The silent seas.

• 17.• the days, locked in each other's arms,• seem still• so that squirrels and colored birds• go about at ease over• the branches and through the air.

• 18.• I am watching ants dig tunnels and bury themselves• they go without water or love

• 19.• Lady is sick,• perhaps vomiting,• perhaps laboring• to the usual reign

• 20.• Rain is sweet, brown hair;• Distraction, music in passageways.• Six o'clock.• The time. Redeem• The world and waking, wearing

• 21.• Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;• The worlds revolve like ancient women• Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

• 22.• I should have been a pair of ragged claws• Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

• 23.• patches of all• save beauty• the rigid wheeltracks.• The round sun• the bed.• She smiles, Yes• you please first• then stays• with herself alone• and then dividing over and over• and splashed and after you are• listening in her eyes

• 24.• All along the road the reddish• purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy• stuff of bushed and small trees• with dead, brown leaves under them• leafless vines-

• 26.• Like a sod of war;• houses of small white curtains-• smell of shimmering• ash white,• an axe

• 27.• By action or by suffering, and whose hour• Was drained to its last sand in weal or woe,• So that the trunk survived both fruit or flower;-

• 28.• is a steady burning• the road the battle's fury -• clouds and ash and waning• sending out• young people,

• 25.• Pray for those who are branches on forever