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Kora in Hell: Improvisations II

Killing Floor

© Ai

1. RUSSIA, 1927

On the day the sienna-skinned man

Kathin Hay Rahguzar

© Ahmad Faraz

کٹھِن ہے راہگزر، تھوڑی دور ساتھ چلو

بہت کڑا ہے سفر، تھوڑی دور ساتھ چلو

Kalaloch

© Carolyn Forche

Each morning the minus tide—
weeds flowed it like hair swimming.
The starfish gripped rock, pastel,
rough. Fish bones lay in sun.

Chequered with sunshine and shadethe umbrage of white clouds in motion
Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands,
Northward and southward and seaward the mountains arise from the ocean
Poised on a height above all, Kara, the beautiful, stands.

(Keep me fully glad...)

© Anselm Hollo

II

Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.
In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing.

Kaddish

© Allen Ginsberg

Magnificent, mourned no more, marred of heart, mind behind, married dreamed, mortal changed—Ass and face done with murder.
In the world, given, flower maddened, made no Utopia, shut under pine, almed in Earth, balmed in Lone, Jehovah, accept.
Nameless, One Faced, Forever beyond me, beginningless, endless, Father in death. Tho I am not there for this Prophecy, I am unmarried, I’m hymnless, I’m Heavenless, headless in blisshood I would still adore
Thee, Heaven, after Death, only One blessed in Nothingness, not light or darkness, Dayless Eternity—
Take this, this Psalm, from me, burst from my hand in a day, some of my Time, now given to Nothing—to praise Thee—But Death
This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping—page beyond Psalm—Last change of mine and Naomi—to God’s perfect Darkness—Death, stay thy phantoms!

Kindness

© Yusef Komunyakaa

For Carol Rigolot

I acknowledge my status as a stranger:

Kind Are Her Answers

© Thomas Campion

Kind are her answers,

But her performance keeps no day;

Kisses Desired

© William Drummond (of Hawthornden)

Though I with strange desire

To kiss those rosy lips am set on fire,

Kaas Hunting

© Rudyard Kipling

His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalos pride.

Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.

Kalamazoo

© Roald Dahl

Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
The speaking pony and singing lion.
For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apart
Lived the girl with the innocent heart.

Kilmeny (A Song of the Trawlers)

© Alfred Noyes

There's a wandering shadow that stares at the foam,
Though they sing all night to old England, their queen,
Late, late in the evening Kilmeny came home,
And nobody knew where Kilmeny had been.