So much light, dear oblivion, night after night; I offered up my body. You refused. I drank. Begged, really. Said my dreams, you don’t belong here. Some countable mornings ahead, crouched in the internet’s dark corners, hands reaching into prosaic brightness, not to gather, but offer: News spreads of a virgin conception. And so much light.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 938
after Kenneth Koch
what has me—anything
you gave some fifties clothing or my
you—i could play
against blackholes like picasso—i
like some converse days
you look the
all—other something screaming sobbing you gave me
no one covered
gold of my
best thing you—i would solve
a paste or my leave
two years at whatever wanted life—my
i recovered with light
tragedy! tragedy! tragedy! tragedy!
tragedy! tragedy! tragedy!
Wikipedia Poem, No. 755
go soul the body’s guest upon a thankless errand fear not to touch the best the truth shall be thy warrant go since i needs must die and give the world the lie say to the court it glows and shines like rotten wood say to the church it shows what’s good and doth no good if church and court reply then give them both the lie tell potentates they live acting by others’ action not loved unless they give not strong but by a faction if potentates reply give potentates the lie tell men of high condition that manage the estate their purpose is ambition their practice only hate and if they once reply then give them all the lie tell them that brave it most they beg for more by spending who in their greatest cost seek nothing but commending and if they make reply then give them all the lie tell zeal it wants devotion tell love it is but lust tell time it is but motion tell flesh it is but dust and wish them not reply for thou must give the lie tell age it daily wasteth tell honor how it alters tell beauty how she blasteth tell favor how it falters and as they shall reply give every one the lie tell wit how much it wrangles in tickle points of niceness tell wisdom she entangles herself in overwiseness and when they do reply straight give them both the lie tell physic of her boldness tell skill it is pretension tell charity of coldness tell law it is contention and as they do reply so give them still the lie tell fortune of her blindness tell nature of decay tell friendship of unkindness tell justice of delay and if they will reply then give them all the lie tell arts they have no soundness but vary by esteeming tell schools they want profoundness and stand too much on seeming if arts and schools reply give arts and schools the lie tell faith it’s fled the city tell how the country erreth tell manhood shakes off pity tell virtue least preferreth and if they do reply spare not to give the lie so when thou hast as i commanded thee done blabbing although to give the lie deserves no less than stabbing stab at thee he that will no stab the soul can kill
Source: Ralegh, Walter. “The Lie.” Poetry Foundation, 9 Apr. 2018. Web.