Bloomsbury
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poliphiloTalking about poems- O look, I've just written one. I don't know that I can explain it, but mainly it's a tribute to Virginia Woolf.
BLOOMSBURY
1
His wife’s thighs were badly scratched.
He said, “I don’t care that you sleep with Vita
But get her to take her earrings off.”
2
The whiteness of the terraces-
They march, they march- and the nestiness
Of the little gardens inside the squares.
Cameron girls with fierce, bold eyes
And limbs like pilasters and hair, hair,
Spread out, unwashed and smelling uncared for.
Who needs the grail when those girls are there?
Green apples in orchards and lights at sea-
Venus down low and the lamp above it,
The lighthouse lamp that brushes through bedrooms
And brushes the portraits of Cameron girls.
Vanessa, Virginia,
And O to be nothing
But light on pilasters. They march. They march.
BLOOMSBURY
1
His wife’s thighs were badly scratched.
He said, “I don’t care that you sleep with Vita
But get her to take her earrings off.”
2
The whiteness of the terraces-
They march, they march- and the nestiness
Of the little gardens inside the squares.
Cameron girls with fierce, bold eyes
And limbs like pilasters and hair, hair,
Spread out, unwashed and smelling uncared for.
Who needs the grail when those girls are there?
Green apples in orchards and lights at sea-
Venus down low and the lamp above it,
The lighthouse lamp that brushes through bedrooms
And brushes the portraits of Cameron girls.
Vanessa, Virginia,
And O to be nothing
But light on pilasters. They march. They march.
