To Lily Bloom
 
(From the German of Kurt Schwitters)


O Dear, my twentyseven senses' dearest, theeward I love!
Thou'd one, of thee, theeward, thou done, then theeward I, thee meward - we?
Which, come to think of it, fits neither here nor there.

Who art thou, Madam unaddable? Thou art, art thou?
Wert once they say.
So let them say, that yet don't get it, how the steeple stands.

Thou goest forth with hat on foot, and art afoot by hand,
Handwise thou footest fleet.

Hello, hello, your red getup, faulted in white folds.
Red do I love Lily Bloom, red theeward I love!
Thou'd one, of thee, theeward, thou done, then theeward I, thee meward - we?
Which, come to think of it, goes as the fire goes, out.
Red Bloom, red Lily Bloom, what do they say?

A bonus question:
1)  Lily Bloom has a cockatoo
2)  Lily Bloom is red
3)  What colour cockatoo has Lil?

Blue is the colour of your yellow hair.
Red is the cooing of your green cockatoo.
Plain girl got up for everyday,
You dear green beast, theeward I love!
Thou'd one, of thee, theeward, thou done, then theeward I, thee meward - we?
Which, come to think of it, goes with the ash to the dump my dear.

O Bloom, my Lil, O L - I - L,
Thy word drops out of me.
This word of thee runs soft as wax.
Have you got that Lil, have you got it clear?
One can also read your rear my dear,
And thou, thou most miraculousest,
Art afterward as foreward:
L - I - L
The tallow tears AFFLICT my rump.
Dear Lily Bloom,
Thou sleeping beast,
Theeward - I - love!
 
 

Trevor Joyce

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