Jack & Jill

I

The moon will not beam without bringing a dream

Of my beautiful Jillulalee;

And the sun cannot set but with tears of regret

For my lovely Jillulalee.

For once up a mount Titanic

I roamed with my darling Jillee,

Till we came to an orbed ceramic

Me and the lovely Jillee.

That hill was somber and lonely

Haunted by ill angels only,

When in a voluminious spell,

She tumbled into the Stigantian well!

Its sad waters, sad and chilly

Used my Jillulali illy.

So the moon will not beam without bringing a dream

Of the beautiful Jillee,

Until the night-tide when I float at the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride

In her sepulcher there on the hill,

In her tomb on the top of the hill!

II

Rub your head, dear Jack, and I will mine, 

and we will go forth,

Fetching nations and cities as we go!

Caressing men and mothers of men, not despising

redlipp’d barman, butcher, pimp, sagamore,

Up from the sudden preordain’d fall, now so

astonishing,

Though eons in the making,

Down through the valley seductively summoning,

Over the hay-fields into the sixth-month sunset

so lusciously beckoning,

We will set forth, adhesiveness thenceforth tumultuously

caroling,

Allons, Camarado, hop to it!

III

At the first twisting of the spiral

The cicada sang his dry chant.

Is there water in the clear well

Nourishing multifoliate rose?

If there had been no water there,

There had been no turning,

Nor returning turned to Fall and Flood.

Save me Lord, but not now!

Chick chick chick chack

Tereu

I Tiresias, though blind, saw it all foredoomed,

Enacted upon a broken Vesuvio,

Young Apollo’s cerebral crack,

Jill going down on her protuberant back,

Co co rico

Husband, I have immortal longings!