o money
  o death
  o gun in my head, i tell this terribly to you
  you who see love boiling unwanted
  you who are all men's eyes and unwanted
  you, impatient unsatisfied
  in the apparancies and the surfaces
  in the catechisms and the water baptisms and the speaking of magazine phrases
  in the houses ten days old and the waiting for knocking

  well Mrs Sudderly was knocked up and so she knocked me up and so you
  have little to complain of regular hours and habits

  father it was a god
  an inexplicable infinite god of the profund night
  with such a face so sweet and such hands
  indifferent cruel, said this i made for thus
  this i made that as night to touch you i should be pierced
  and burnt, i love, unwhole
  said his hands but his lips: i have no surfaces
  all light, all light and weight and center
  touch me and so on

  explain reason to love
  explain love to love
  for it knows nothing and ignorant when cruel
  and wise when ignorant it always seeks
  and finds and you will not get far
  being made of paper

  i have not got far being made of it
  far by skin and tendon, useless materials,
  not crossed a sea nor stood on mountain
  but that love has crumpled me up
  and thrown me with a strange violence
  hurtling through space