Eleanor
for hands, she hath non, nor
eyes, or feet, or golden
treasure of hair
(front view)
her hair is of carton
and like a fish
her two eyes are
like a dove
her mouth
is like a civil war
(in Spain)
her neck is a red
horse
her hands
are
like the voice
of thick forest
her two breasts are
like my paintings
her belly is
the history
of Velthandros and Chrysantza
the story
of Tobias
the story
of a donkey
of the wolf and fox
her gender
is
sharp whistles
in the quietness
of noon
her thighs are
the last
gleams
of timid joy
of the road rollers
her two knees
Agamemnon
her two reverent
small
feet
are the green
telephone
with the red eyes
(rear view)
her hair
is
the oil lamp
that burns
in the morning
her shoulders
are
the hammer
of my lust
her back is
the binoculars
of the sea
the plough
of the foolish
inscriptions
whistles
sadly
on her waist
her buttocks
are
fishbones
saddened
her thighs
are
like
a thunderbolt
her small heals
light
the bad dreams
in the mornings
and finally
she is
a woman
half hippocampus
and half
necklace
perhaps even
part cypress
and partly
an elevator

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