Anna Lipworth
The Intellectual Hand
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The river tore

The road was long

The sea is

Sleep-encrusted;

So sweet,

Speak ...

Summer Leaves, Autumn Leaves (Berkeley)

Thank you

There is life

Thunderstorm

Today,

To the muse who sits daunting on my brain

The Tryst


The river tore
 my soul
 to shreds
I drowned
 a hundred
 times
My dance was
 now a
 floated birth
A christening held on
 Sunday
The blackness
 tore my
feeble hands
They prayed
 to measure
 to you ...
Bring down
 the wine
The sky is
 free
That empty flask is
 thee.

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The road was long
 my heart was
heavy, enticing strangers
I may die

I looked to see ...
 the road
 was dark
I had no light
 beside me.

The caverns
 were precisely
 laid
The mounds of earth
 were black
The rivers entered
 back
 of me
I could not turn
to see.

The sky blue
 rivers
Held me fast
 I could not
 hope to be

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The sea is
 just sky
that has
turned into
 rain
Hate is just
 love
that's been
driven insane.

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This poem was found among Anna's poems notated:
(author unknown).


Sleep-encrusted;
Your Iong underwear protects you
Where is my Fine
Pointed fragmentary
astonishment?
 darling angel
 beauteous Friend
cluster me
Attach the silence of
 your energy in me,
 and feel, the trodden skin
beneath your
 rolling head ...
That slightly feeling
... rudiment
of hue
Dew, God
Did you hear me
I LOVE YOU

Causality,
hastens me to my demise
It also hastens
My undressing in front of you.
 Where Were You
when I was quickly seething
In my own milk?
For you are
(Flowering genius)
My whole human soul
 of God of the light
And the beguiling morning

 Rush me your tenderest
 mouth.
(The bridge) of human kindness ...
(Culpable loving you)
 I am singing all sorts
 of sighs ...
For you are my fragile throw
 a night's bliss -
(satin growth of smooth
I am indelibly impressed ...)

But tell me again
 The introductory rosary
... Heaven left my soul
 upturned
in hell I ventured Forth
 again ...

O!
That death would
be when warping rose the yellow jaw
That sucked me by
 its golden
 rays ...

In time I went to
 meet You there
and went in peace
The rainment of my children
 near
 me.

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So sweet,
an angel
called to me
this morning softly,
sometime
saying ...

... one man's dream
is another man's paradise
one life is all we have.
before the next one
and these are our spaces
to move in

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Speak ...
 your
 children
 will hear you ...
and make haste
 to
 the bower
 of gladness!

Leave off
 your
 garments of
 winter weed ...
and stretch
 near
 the veil
 of
 the sky ...
let blow away
 your heart
 in peace
and
 never
 need
 to
 die.

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Summer leaves, Autumn leaves (Berkeley)

When my sighs
 make greater
 sighs for you
And your lips
 bring sudden
 death
 for two
does the green
 earth
 remember
when your eyes
 twist the
 sudden tendrils
woven like branches in
 a late moon
does the green earth
 remember?

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Thank you

Imparter of all my golden Feelings
and of all your golden ways,
I send you my blessings
 in dearly
I send you my Love
 in pearls ...
I send you your sky in ermine

I send you your stars in pink ...

... you have given me your voice
 Through all seasons
(So I shall send you my seasons
 in Love)

I am the guardian
 of your temple

Wanderer of my race
haute célebre woman
That misses
Just seeing her Face
 in his own

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There is life
 and death
in a kiss ...
As the petals
 fall
the flower grows ...
 It is
 a
 rose

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Thunderstorm

Just a breeze
 will do
Sometimes it's
all you need
for
 the Moment ...
when
for
 cruel
effects
 it Thunders!
And
 lightning
strikes
 the impeccable
 stream.
The day begins
 agaln ...

Run!
Run
To
the nearest haven
 of a
 house

Goblins
 and witches,
Sweet golden
 babies
Catch them!
Catch them!
 as they
roll
 from
 mother's womb
to mother's womb ...

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Today,
I went
 on a
 broadside
 ride
from paradise!

(and while) she
 christened
 his sweets
 of pure ivory ...
her heart was beset and on fire
his limbs
 were bestride
 her
like fire ...

She tended
 the flocks
of her angels,
 and rendered
 her rock of desire.

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To the muse who sits daunting on my brain

Mix an inner
 note of sadness
with the utter pinch
 of time.
Patch up the parcel
 sent
 to
 me
and send to
 ports
 divine

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The Tryst

I will
wait
for You
by the valley
of the intangible
river

where I will be
sleeping
near the cleft
of the
vine ...

should You
come
My Lord
while I am
away

only wait
for me
another day ...

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