Waldman - Kill or Cure

Out of an eye comes research Her night: portrait & a description A night of knowledge was plainly hers Two ways of writing explain this There was her night And then there was her night, a repetition A night in a quarry in Helena, Montana, was not anticipated Or at dusk before the night had started: The Lavender Open Pit Copper Mine near Bisbee Everywhere she claims it as hers: purple, dark, starry Buffalo: spring snow Amherst: Emily Dickinsons night, what was that? Night is anyones guess Naming the stars & planets: Saturn still extant after all this time So I went on with an idea of the night Djunas night All-American nights Recesses one has ones program for She dreamed her clothes were like Spanish ice cream She dreamed a moth arrived to convey a scarlet secret It was a female moth The mosquitoes protested they were female too She had the desire to include a shawl & Kleenex She walked where there had never been a mountain Can you be sure? Can you be that sure? She would think about walking to Sanitas Mountain at night If any thought about night or place with night inside it is left out shes sorry For she cant even begin to remember the rooms: El Rito, Bellevue, La Quinta, the old mans stuffy sitting room She was lost in the abstraction of the girls perfume Nights in front of a shrine prostrating to her potentially luminous mind Sleeping late Literature is being written at night The couchette rattles into Trieste A plane jets across the continent Now I am above the clouds & the moon is up with me Seeing what someone else means by night is another option There was her night, and then there was her night, a repetition She picked up the telephone while, she, the other, walked toward a mountain There was her night and then there was her nightthe othersa repetition She suspends all preconceptions and forgets the concept moon It could be frightening if you were a prisoner Or, a relief Her night is of no importance really But there has never been another one like it Moonlight: hear the amorous cats Moonlight: the South American map lies on the hammock exposed to the elements She did not drop by at 1 a.m. as supposed But made another night call A bird called Confused by jet lag, time went out of her control She shrugged & went to a party Her escort parked the car near Coit Tower In between lovers Between textures: silk, velvet, cool cotton Throw back the bedspread! Out of the eye comes the moon Out of the eye: seduction What does it really matter what anyone does There was her night And then there was her night, a repetition Minnesota is just like that She wouldnt give out her address in Oregon Her coat was made for a night like this Her night: where was it leading? None knew Display her zeal hour by hour Opium would change this dream Her nervousness was a blind Talk about something like: We in this period have not lived in remembering or My excitement is my open eyes Her clothing is of a daily-island-life variety A line distinguishes it She almost traveled to Tent City out of love & honor Everything will have to be repeated in the morning Listen: hum of typewriter, Jacquelines loud refrigerator & clock Listen: a long line of thoughts bargaining to enter in One thought: the time is 3:15 a.m. Another thought: there is only one way to phone her And another: night is long to her & short to us Not at all She is ahead of herself but behind every action Concentration was like having the night inside her all the time she said She said shed go to any length to stay awake, imbibing controlled substances as well as caffeine She said this because she was excited about making double time It was her night and then it was her night a repetition This is an ordinary great deal to know