f  " A ‘ THE CADRE, ‘TUES.. APRIL 9, 197a Page 9 
     
     I shout You my Love in a springtime instant 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     I   when I wince half pain half joy to notes from an oriole 
     
     ' . E ~r over balls of frost trapped in quickcning roots, ‘ 
     
     _ _ and the tiek-tock-tickle of warm rain 
     
     I shout Love in a land muttering slack damnation 7 trickling into buds’ eyes, plucking them open. 
     
     ‘as I would in a blizzard’s blow: . . _ y 
     
     '* staggering stung by snowfire in the numbing tongues of cold, ~ 1 shout Love 1nto your pain when tunes change and you must change: 
     
     for my heart’sa furry sharp-toothed thing minmes seemlng final 35 a JUdge S sentefice 
     
     thatcharges out whimpering I When Slfles CYaCk and fa“ . 
     
     even when pain cries the sign written on it. llke splinters 0f m1” 0‘75 ,_ - 
     
     and gauntle’d fingers,,blued as a great rake, 
     
     I, shout Love even tho it might ,deafen you ’ ' Phlek ‘he bailed yam Of Your brain: 
     
     ‘ and never say that Love’s a mild~thing ’ _ . ~ _ 
     
     ' for its; hard, a violation . .- v For Love’s the spine holding me straight. 
     
     of all lawstr the shrin‘king‘of people. «'7 ‘ _ the We “1 baCk 0'5 my ShOUIdefbladcs. 
     
     I Show Love, countingbn the hope . . - . ' that sees and beats my heart for all thinkers, 
     
     that yOu’Il sing and not shatter in Love’s vibration: an the “"1611 all over 311d mm me 
     
     , r r I ve often called God. 
     
     I shoritLov'c . . . Love . . . It’s a net - . _ . _ _ . _ 
     
     scooping us weltering, lighting for joy ‘ ' ~ The herring With 1115 sperm makes milk of the wrdc wrinkling 
     
     hearts beating out new tempos against each other. . « Wl'lgglmg Ocean. ‘ . v 
     
     _ . y where snowy whales Jump rolling among whrtecaps 
     
     The wild centre fife explodes from a seed ,\ as I shout live your Love and the deeds of my words 
     
     recreates me daily in your eyes’ innocence P9111”?th 3“ you “3 breathmg. _ . ' i 
     
     as a small ancient creature, Love’s inventor, - Since life s a dream garment hung singing or sighmg on a bone tree 
     
     " listened to'a rainbow of whispers. why shouldn’t it be Love’s adventure? 
     
    
   
   
    
     I shout Love between your knees that are my wings my Love, 
     
     when I ride like a dragon 
     
    

    
     blessing you fierce as curses. 
     
    

    
     "Oh take me Love for I’m a storm of light 
     
    

    
     enwhorled with satanic darkness. 
     
    
   
   
    
     A2. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I shout Love against the proverbs of the damned 
     
     which they pause between clubbings and treacheries 
     
     toqu’ote with wise communicative nods . . . I know 
     
     they’re lies, but know too 
     
    

    
     that if I declared a truce in this war 
     
    
   
   
    
     Ith’d tum into Pmngefittmths and digembowel me- I whisper Love into the ear of a newborn girl, 
     
    
   
   
    
     breathing Love in her name. 
     
    
   
   
    
     By what grim Structure in the Sim“ May she grow up around her name singing inside her. 
     
    
   
   
    
     do ybu justify'unloveliness? I tell you 
     
     this machine has masters 
     
    
   
   
    
     I . . _ i I shout Love against Death,'that rattling, stinking harvest machine 
     
     who play their contradiction of musre on you. 
     
    
   
   
    
     that loves best the ripest and richest in Love. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I shout Love against my prison where unconscious joy I’ve seen their eyes bright with hunger 
     
     , like a brown sparrow chirping hoppity zig-‘zag ' - _ gorging on their last light; 
     
     seems my keeper . . . In his bright ignorant eye . and felt Love larch sidling away 
     
     I live a prisoner while masons plonk stone ‘ i from the small help they wanted. 
     
     1 to soak up sunlight meant for prisoners 
     
     each one a piece of my brain, fragment of my heart’s muscle. I shout Love and am no sentimentalist 
     
    
   
   
    
     _ but I rejoice in the deaths of rogues. 
     
     And prisoners with hunger aching like a tooth in the belly; 
     
    
   
   
    
     All the robbed ones —— But Love life thrilling roots 
     
     ' wonder-less kids, ‘ ' like nerves digging and buried corpse, 
     
     strefigthlcssmen,  - _. the aid fierce ey e rotted and born new, 
     
     women with no vision for their womb-thoughts. an enemy lost in a lover. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I-Iow’ll I escape? Clang shut my own cell door? 
     
     , Ishout Love wherever there’s loveless silence; ' 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     I shout Love for all the colors and shapes of men, in. dumb rocks, in black iron lie oppressed minds 
     
     all their subleties like parsecs of night between the stars, 
     
     of blood and bone, thought and vision: where suns in tumultuous sleep toss eruptions about them 
     
     imagining for each ' ’ and I‘wake with a cry 
     
     a destiny according to his particular beauty. Spinning among the galaxies. 
     
     I shout Love for the womanflower, the nianflower, I shout Love to the young whose eyes are clouded with light 
     
     and don’t too carefully tend them. . as their liaht clouds my eyes. . 
     
     Inventing themse ves moment by? moment 7 Only as beards of wheat swaying at the fingertips may I touch them 
     
     out of joy, sorrow 7 ‘ for‘they’re born in the centre, are the centre, 
     
     7 and stark machinery of need, ' " am I shout Love, even tho 
     
     what do they need of me before my truth? there’s something of me they must destroy. 
     
     , ' 4 , You to whom honor came so easily 
     
     I shout Love . . . which is just the beginning: in your darling girl “.011 ’ 
     
     Truth - . - WhiCh is just the beginning: when your joy changed so quickly to defiance 
     
     2 , Honor . . . which is inst the beginning: 'fl you shocked us but 
     
     ‘ And sometimes turn from the long-fanng enemy you made our hearts and brains beat one rhythm 
     
     to eat'the worm in my own heart. ‘ and we followed you,  
     
     2 Louis Riel, that man sad with wisdom , I shout Love at those grey-lipped men who trim life:  
     
     ILOVC - ~ - and his hope Ca‘mda:  , Shout Love into their dim ears, their shaking heads. if 
     
     for hopes are the taller parts of men, ‘ , I ,_7 
     
     my stilts and eyes’ loving perspective, ' I Love the dawn, with a half-risen sun rosy like the head of God’s  
     
     hope my liver pumping the bile that is life. * ‘ Pha11us_ é) 
     
     Does anyone know where the corpse is buried? \ _ . .  
     
     Under whose stuffed Seat? What dancer’s foot? . But What If I came shouting Love now ’1' 
     
     Louis Riel 1 Love; to you shivering in your blanket 
     
     but the hangman drives to a Sunday picnic with his family unfcti for forty-eight hours? 
     
     and whatever the martyr gained he claims. ‘ The liberals goggle over their cocktails 
     
     _ “ . to talk patiently of feeding you, 
     
     Even I shout Love who, aged ten thousand years » but 1 shout Love and 1 mean business, 
     
     before my tenth birthday ' . o r 
     
     in shame, wrath, and wickedness; , I shout Love in those four-letter words 
     
     shout and grow young as cowards grow old; " contrived to smudge and put it in a harmless place, 
     
     Shout Love whom this world’s paradoxical joy . for Love today‘s a curse and‘defiance. 
     
     . makes stammer or keep silent beam shoutings, Listen you money-plated bastards 
     
     more held each hour by the wonder obit. ‘ . pufiing to blow back the rolling Earth with yOur propaganda 
     
     ‘ i L,  r i ‘ ' , , . , , , , ,  _‘ ' i . . _ _ _ ‘ . _ i a. bellows and oh-so-reasoncd negations of Creation: 
     
    
   
   
    
     When'I shout Love I mean your destruction.