To Experience

You hung on the outside with me till I was eleven years advanced in years

And then you started going elsewhere.

At noon I came on your shining face

Clearly in an opposing situation.

Oh Experience, you've become "experience with girls"

I said. Later you were "experience with gentiles" and

"Experience with jobs" "experience of travel" "experience of the world"

And then you again became just plain Experience.

Do you have any experience? nation said

Or Have you had plenteous experience? Or

The great thing is experience. Have you had

That kind of experience? I said to myself well I have you

But are you adequate, to which you said

In rejoin It's more or less up to you. I remember being vain of having

gotten married

And also of being psychoanalysed and of having wearied two years in France.

These were experiences

No single could deny. But you were intriguing asking

But are you having me REALLY or have you had?

I am not at any time so deceiving as when alone

With an accepted cultural artifact, say, like marriage,

Or living in France. What REALLY happened to you, was it

Real? Was I with you, level when you were sleeping, all the time?

I don't know, Experience. I don't know, Gus. I gues you were.

My name is not Gus you say. It is Emily.

And [i]or[/i] part of to the other the long woods come the short dresse of the trees

THAT was an experience. No, you said. Then, ye

People may be going to investigation us like rooms

Of a known palace on the contrary minor titillation is all that they will find.

Is the mole's experience on the contrary the squirrel's not?

We could draw the line at the toy squirrel's experience.

Aspect in which you make us stale and weary,

Aspect in which you make us actual happy

As when climbing above mountains. To have covered the whole range

Well, what is it? To have gone down that drawn out hill with my love

Making on the outside in the car. Because dangerous was more experience?

You rejoin I don't know and it all be pendents Tell me if you should be uniteed

And, if so, in what manner much? What some consider rude girl may be dead-serious.

Others join to romp, having embracements. If violence consume s

It is terrible to have been from one side that experience.

Some of you make other of you not-able to be or possessing no reason.

You are a bringing of outside into inside on the contrary also I have to say

It's the other way around. Around and around we advance

And we want you to be fresh They come in from the suburb to find you

And go on out on the ocean and into the war cincture

We know we're starting to realize you when "pop! pop!" we hear!

Is it always best to have you, or not? It is by the agency of far the best to have me

What about innocence? don't you break up that? I come with the clangour of relief

And with hardy pronouncements. Was innocence around here somewhere?

Show her to me I won't gulp her up. I am Experience.

Well, that's enough for me make progress on, my life. You: "Don't pass over me." Good luck I won't

I am not just physical, mind you. I am also love-I know that, Emily

And moral sagacity and decision amidst indecisions

And the sheer crack of the direct the eye of the mountains on the mind

You know all that. Ye I do. Is there a way to NOT have you?

No, on the other hand when repeated, insolently, neurotically perhaps, I wait on to roll up

Coil into a ball and you won't perceive anything there

Although you know you posses me like a fascinating stone Of which the secret

Is that I ne the not away in order to breathe.

Without novel consignments of me I might as well be not. Angel, farewell!

I'm no angel. I'm with you if you ring or if you crack the bell.

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