You would play upon me. You
would seem to know my stops.
………………………….[III.ii.367]
These brute hands meant to swing the entire ape
………………………………………………..from limb to limb
…………..now curled within the formal weave
………………………………………………..of an impromptu
……………………….jungle-gym (on & between the rungs
………………………………………………..where at intervals
……………………………………of oddest fingering perpend
………………………………………………..kumquats of every shade)
are managing a man’s recomposition: plink
………………………………………………..plunk plunkety-
…………..plunking down in hesitant start-of-the-rain-
………………………………………………..storm choliambs
……………………….a premonition (different from
………………………………………………..the fact of black
……………………………………cat across your nightmare or
………………………………………………..a lurch in the womb)
that I create the soul I will contain: so move
………………………………………………..the muscles: so
…………..the planchette moves beneath a touch
………………………………………………..too commonplace
……………………….to teach (& so I am made to move
………………………………………………..all the days of the year
……………………………………by sway of bodies
………………………………………………..beyond my reach)