The Sun

Lyrics

I have heard of fish coming up for the sun, who stayed forever shoulder to shoulder— avenues of fish that never got back, all their proud spots and solitudes sucked out of them. I think of flies who come from their foul caves out into the arena. They are transparent at first. Then they are blue with copper wings. They glitter on the foreheads of men. Neither bird nor acrobat, they will dry out like small black shoes. I am an identical bеing. Diseased by the cold and thе smell of the house, I undress under the infinite bulk. My skin flattens out like sea water. O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning. Now I am utterly given. I am your daughter, your sweetmeat, your priest, your mouth, and your bird, and I will tell them all stories of you until I am laid away forever, a thin gray banner.