The Mask And Knife

And I would have you clad like dominoes In every stripe and lozenge you would dare, A gauged discord, irregular and clair, Or corsleted in ribands like a beau. Be armed by shells, those profits of the sound, As slippered like a prince in modesty You softly fly the docks as coarse sail cloth Swelled by the wind and sailing bluely north. O jacketed like jockeys in a silk! I'll have you rayed and tangled in douce ropes Where hawsers found their ships at captive ports. Odor of fur, a belle cool din. Till when the shock of one dark pose Makes leapt commotion like a white furore Of one wave, only one wave seen Raging on the night-paned seas Or as the spring unwinds the flood Or as a perfume galls the scrupled blood And you have yoked me till I cannot break Though broken I as uncouth horsemen might Bully a spirit to its brink. And your very name -- its lips make weights in me.