I Aria <br /> <br />"--Kiss me there where pride is glittering <br />Kiss me where I am ripened and round fruit <br />Kiss me wherever, however, I am supple, bare and flare <br />(Let the bell be rung as long as I am young: <br /> let ring and fly like a great bronze wing!) <br /> <br />"--I'll kiss you wherever you think you are poor, <br />Wherever you shudder, feeling striped or barred, <br />Because you think you are bloodless, skinny or marred: <br /> Until, until <br /> your gaze has been stilled-- <br />Until you are shamed again no more! <br />I'll kiss you until your body and soul <br /> the mind in the body being fulfilled-- <br />Suspend their dread and civil war!" <br /> <br />II Song <br /> <br />Under the yellow sea <br />Who comes and looks with me <br />For the daughters of music, the fountains of poetry? <br />Both have soared forth from the unending waters <br />Where all things still are seeds and far from flowers <br />And since they remain chained to the sea's powers <br />May wilt to nonentity or loll and arise to comedy <br />Or thrown into mere accident through irrelevant incident <br />Dissipate all identity ceaselessly fragmented by the ocean's <br /> immense and intense, irresistible and insistent <br /> action, <br />Be scattered like the sand is, purposely and relentlessly, <br />Living in the summer resorts of the dead endlessly.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-lyrics-from-kilroy-s-carnival-a-masque/
