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JOSE GARCIA VILLA

DOVEGLION: COLECTED POEMS

by Jose Garcia Villa

DOVEGLION Where the first flower dove

When God's hands lost love.
he isn’t looking at anything It's a great word without sound
he isn’t looking for something Without echo to reveal
he isn’t looking Where fragrance went down!
he is seeing O, but it's all of it there
Above my poems a Wreath.
what
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not something outside himself There was a time
not anything inside himself Where it was always deep:
but himself This place was always punctual
Because it was a rose.
himself how
not as some anyone This was the rose
not as any someone Where always Truth died,
At whose silver side
only as a no one (who is everyone) An angel always denied.

This was only I

Wandering deep, so deep!
Have Come Am Here 1942 And death was always punctual
Because I had a beautiful skull.
LYRICS: I
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1 When the pigeon walked toward me,
It is what I never said, Suddenly his breast burst open:
What I'll always sing— God was there in the wound
It's not found in days, Walking to me!
It's what always begins
In half dark, in half light. Nearer he came and nearer,
It's shining so curved Pigeon and God together,
Yet rises so tall and tells At the base of my mortal body
Looking up at me! And the Light that will drown me.
And the Voice that will sing me,
Gesturing to me without motion, And the God I will dethrone.
Talking to me without words:
"Open. Open. Let me ascend. This is the Death I will stand on.
Open. Open!"
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Then did I will my body to break, I will break God's seamless skull,
To break, to break, for Door! And I will break His kissless mouth,
And God leapt in and rose O, I'll break out of His faultless shell
Fire in my realms of bone. And fall me upon Eve's gold mouth.

4 I will pound against His skull,

Nobody yet knows who I am, I will crack it by my force of love:
Nor myself may; I'll be a cyclone gale and spill
Nor yet what I deal, Me out of His bounding groove.
Nor yet where I lead.
I'll be upon Eve, upon Eve,
But in my skull already bright, Upon Eve and her coasts of love!
And death in rose attire, I'll be upon Eve, upon Eve,
And in my mouth already star
And jewels firmly wrought. Cataract of Adamhood. There would I be
My Lord! there would I rebuild me Thee
And in my eyes a sweetness There alone find my Finality.
Almost fierce as the sun,
And in my ears already music 7
Hearing the future kiss. Between God's eyelashes I look at you,
Contend with the Lord to love you,
Yet myself knows myself not, In this house without death I break His skull
Is it I have forgotten? I ache, I ache to love you.
Yet Finality is very near—
I rush, I run, I run! I will batter God's skull God's skull God's
skull!
5 I will batter it till He love you
O the Eyes that will see me, And out of Him I'll dash I'll dash
And the Mouth that will kiss me. To thy coasts, O mortal flesh.
And the Rose I will stand on,
And the Hand that will turn me. He'll be broken He'll be broken He'll be
broken
This will be in a Time of mirrors. By my force of love He'll be broken
And when I reach your side O Eve
O the Tiger that will point me,
You'll break me you'll break me you'll break One rose and
me. Two wounded hands:

8 Three shadows hath

As in a rose the true fire moves, His rose
As in a fire the true mind lives, One shadow His three eyes:
I beheld in a rose the eyes
That in their pure force swung His two wounded hands
My bells, my voice, my heart Shadowless
The spirit and the lovely thews And this unshadow is Love.
The bones and the lovely skull—
Into the eternity structural. 11
When I shall the first time seek my Life
Eternity has a structure great O Gods’s three eyen shall burden me,
Only the rose’ eyes may meet: Till my clothes begin to fail
The operant beams are set And I His beginning nude am made.
Where none but flame may live:
A magnitude of spermal love That first time shall burden me
In a plasm death-devout: His thee eyen shall piercen me!
Structural thus, within a rose’s eyes I saw Til at last my eyes in shreds
The rigors of immortal law. I my beginning Life shall see.

9 Yet perished thus by His eyen three,

It's a hurricane of spirit— I a Nude and He my eyes!
That's genius! Not God can tear Deft my spiritual fingers weave
It from itself, though He is the rose Love the incomparable Life.
In this skull that's seer.
Skull revolving rose: that's I! 12
I am with my skull and spy Leaned in my eyes and loved me.
Eternity and Now and Why. Leaned in my throat and spoke.
Dared my grovelling bloodscape,
It's a mastery of death— It to a dazzeling diamond made.
And that's Love. It's the bequeathed
Mind of Christ. It's I, it's Love, Thighed me to its lust of light!
What the great deaths reveal. Thrust me to its deep of pride!
Blocked the only mortal door
I revolve a skull, I rose! Where Anonymity in might steal:
I revolve a skull that knows
I make it speak God's voice! Leaned, dared, thighed, thrust,
Blocked my descending dust!
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O here eyen hath God:
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There is a one that createth me, When the world shall come to its end
He that of me is my sun my sum On the world's last Love I'll stand.
My father and my only child:— O God will try to push me down but I
Behold—we do wander, wonder With all my force will push Him back.
Which of us is the uplifted candle,
Which of us will read, will rede He shall not be able to put out Love at all.
The image of our living shadow; O I'll guard it, guard it, guard it!
O there’s a breath of us will live, And the world cannot die with Love
There’s a third of us will dive glowing, burning,
Out of the Light, out of the Wooed, O the world cannot die out at all.
Into eternity dazzling dark:
O but here shall turn, shall spring Doomsday will be shattered, shattered!
The Word young, young, blue-eyed yet, Shattered by my standing there:
Slender as an infant fawn and God will see whom He is contending with
Whole without death’s antlers yet. And, O, He'll revolve the world again.

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am so very a and In my desire to be Nude
speak so very speak I clothed myself in fire: —
and look my every hand Burned down my walls, my roof,
is for each all lovers’ sake Burned all these down.

and nowwherever time Emerged myself supremely lean

can father never go Unsheathed like a holy knife.
tomorrow can not climb With only His Hand to find
over each least lovers’ brow To hold me beyond annul.

my every vein rings And found Him found Him found Him
nows’ lifest rose: my skull Found the Hand to hold me up!
is among the kings He held me like a burning poem
in hat danger steeple And waved me all over the world.

where each air breathed

is love to glow to sing LYRICS: II
and each love wreathed
is but God’s beginning 17
First, a poem must be magical,
because He can not be Then musical as a sea-gull.
until Am is Am in flame It must be a brightness moving
fire is His dancing augury And hold secret a bird’s flowering.
to give love His name It must be slender as a bell,
And it must hold fire as well. No more truth. Bells
It must have the wisdom of bows Ring no more in me.
And it must kneel like a rose. I am all alone singly.
It must be able to hear Lonely rests my head.
The luminance of dove and deer. —O my God! I am dead.
It must be able to hide
What it seeks, like a bride. 20
And over all I would like to hover I can speak of the beauty of love
God, smiling from the poem’s cover. Without wonder. It is my belief of spring

18 That makes music invincible and poetry

She has gone A thing of goldest green. If I can not
Who was ever alone.
I am left a haunted Touch her things I shall nevermore sing
Land. But mounted And birds will nevermore speak. It is this
Upon my brow a star
Henceforth to unbar Thruth alone that keeps Jesu to go on. And
All mystery of such He is most lonely but the thought of me
As she whose much-
Ness must stand And my love and my song, these, like
Alone in any land. Distant music, yes, these keep him going
Music has passed on.
By me and surpassed
Love. No limb’s fire 21
Can ever aspire And if the heart can not love
To hold her. Body death can not cure it nor sleep
Of love insuffices di-
Vanity of loneliness. nor splendour of wound the heart
She must be loveless has no sound
And merely haunt.
Blessed I, once at her font. Bloom has escape it and
birth the miraculous flower
19 and music and speech leave
I can no more hear Love’s it unbewitched
Voice. No more moves
The mouth of her. Birds God it can not spell nor sun
No more sing. Words nor lover the beautiful word
I speak return lonely. and it has no sound no sound
Flower I pick turn ghostly. nor wound
Fire that I burn glows
Pale. No more blows 22
The wind. Time tells I was speaking of oranges to a lady
Of great goodness when O the lovely Teach him Joy. O girl singing. O
For whom alone God bows out. O lovely
giraffes came. Soon it was all their Throat. O world’s end. O brightly
splendour about us and my throat Devised crystal moment.

ached with the voice of great larks. 24

O the giraffes were so beautiful as O Lovely. O lovely as panther. O
Creation’s supremest dissenter.
if they mean to stagger us by such Enter. Teach me thy luminous ire.
overwealming vision: Let us give O jewelled, pacing, night-dispacing
Fire. O night’s nimble-dancing, No—
each a rose said my beautiful lady Saying lyre. Embrace me. Defy me.
of great goodness and we sent the Reave me. None shall defend me.
larks away to find roses. It was Not God. Not I. Purify me. Consume
while the larks were away that Me. Disintegrate me to thy ecstasy.
O lovely and without mercy. O dark—
the whitest giraffe among them Footed divinity. O Lovely and Terrible.
and the goldest one among them O Death-irreducible. O Unimpeachable.

O these two loveleast one sought 25

And found us. Bent before us two There came you wishing me ***
And so I said ***
Kneeling with their divine heads And then you turned your head
Bowed. And it was then we knew With the greatest beauty

why all this loveliness as sent Smiting me mercilessly!

us: the white prince and the golden And then you said***
So that my heart was made
princess kneeling: to adore us Into the strangest country…
brightly: we the Perfect Lovers.
***you said, so beauteously,
23 So that an angel came
Girls singing. Day. And on her way To hear that name,
She has to pass by the oldest mountain. And we caught him tremulously!
That at least is certain. Rain. That
Doth leave no stain. And again whose 26
Flower move jealously. O pity me. Hands handle the hours of night
O if her eyes move and destroy all More than the day’s.
Firmament. How brightly devised is Hands and a weapon.
That moment. Much and muchly praised. Triune bright-resolute
O day imperishably dazed. O woman While Death stares mute.
God-grazed. Succour God alone, O Death is overpowered
By this pure power.
These are the hands and the weapon of extremest Tree under extremest Sun:
Of a Master.
Triune bright-resolute O Burning Laurel—
The hands kiss God:
He ionizes hands and weapon. if in this most
Triune bright-resolute deathless altitude comes the ghost
Trinite of utmost love— with the sure, well- levelled gun—
Advance—advance!
Nay do not bend. Be mostly tall—
27 arise to thy perfect height, be
her day-rose is much sweet equal to Terror’s proud solemnity
her kisses are most love that, aiming for thy fall,
such kissness is not told
withouten her rose’s fold pulls her trigger but proves her bullet
blank against an unconquerable Target.
but birds bees best lovers
brave lovers aseeken more 29
a sleekness as of god’s word Silence is Thought converging,
their loveness hath sword Unprecipitate, like
Dancer on tight wire balancing,
for girls shape has girlgraces Transitive, budlike,
of day-rose and night-rose
thought day-rose be much sweet Till—her finished—in
yet night-rose is sevenly sweet One lovely jump skips
She to the floor, bending
there where her night begins To make her bows, dips
there be her goldest roses rose
that in her deep wisdom knows Herself in bright applause—
boygrace will knight her Rose Then silence is
No more. Now it is the rose
O there where her night begins Called Speech.
there be her wondrous wondrous rose
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I be forlornly aloss aloss I did sternly (why not) ask very Death
to die, pointing my finger fiery
28 at him.
Am. Death held his pirate breath.
—But if being God has made I did (then) assume my ( GOd’s) livery
you fear and tought you terror— Urging all immortality’s guard ( my
if in thid very deepest final mirror angels) to help Death die
Time has concerntred the horrible shade with gallant bravery.
 but I, lone emperor of the gentlest tigers
Death bowed uncowed: “I cannot the limbs’ wild music, strange and beautiful.
Die
Though (yes) that I would I am more than God’s equal—I am love’s
Having lived too long in the Dark Wood most equal. I am he that moves to kiss
her very soul, her very deep: who weaves
I seek, Light, Light, the God-Begot of her the bright banner of immortality’s
most honor. I am he that through her
yet thou (GOD) not having sired me shuttles
my scythe supersedes my gallantry.” :Lover, divinest Lover: Father, Creator of

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By all the luminance of her voice I swear
(and wine is not more wise than whose 33
roses) I think, yes, a leopard in Dufy blue would
sing to me who tigers so musically discover Be incomparable. Provided his eyes are
green
(deeply) about the bright limbs’ pauses. And see death like two flowers. Myself
would
When in such light— (through it be darkly,
so Bring him me all in dazzling gold. Lie
beautifully, silently night) my Eden sword At his feet for God’s sake awaiting death.
his rose-immortal war halts (briefly) to The
hoard Blue paw will have its incomparable law.
The
the luminous word: the only equal of the
foe— Green eyes incomparable words. What voice
This blue this green can muster is weight of
Then do I behold such tigers as more Immensest love. And I am love myself
brilliantly move than the Lord’s archangels, awaiting
crouching for, striped, at the very door
of heaven: Damoclean princes wth bells This immensity. O fall quick, pure feet, pure
of fire all ready to loose and peal Eyes. Fall heavy, immortal leopard. Par
—to me, mortal—the World—and so I spill. death
Lift me, compare me to your incomparability
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Than whose rose. And if her love be musical 34
As star more proudly moves than water Bring the pigeons watermelons, Abelard.
being by God’s cause her diviner sister The order has cool philosophic purity.
move then to me brightly her body’s vessel This is not largesse but Roman nobility.
and all its secrecies and all its dangers
than whose roseness there is no equal Bring the peacocks oranges.
Turn the philosophy to sensuousness. Bring figuration of Fire. Great geometer,
Pallas Athene is Greek thereby. design
The death assigned
But if we bring the watermelons pigeons?
If we bring the oranges peacocks? Austerely rose but austerely fire. Let expire
Is that very difficult? Upon the frailest terrible line
The Phoenix’s desire.
This would not be Greek nor Roman.
This would be purify without philosophy. 37
This would be artistry. Take a very straight line, Fermin, if you
want to die.
Inviting a tiger for a weekend. The line at the middle of fire, that is,
The gesture is not heroics but discipline. So that it is perpendicular, central.
The memoirs will be splendid.
Die illuminist, Fermin, rising and particular.
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine. Cohere at the electric center of death.
Banish little birds, graduate to tiger. Ascend the incandescent rope and throw
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine.
Your tenderness to me below. If they call
Any tiger of whatever colour you buffoon,
The same as jewels any stone Fermin, I have violins to drown them out—
Flames always essential morn. But you have a Confrontation to make.

The guest is luminous, peer of Blake. 38

The host is gallant, eye of Death. Now I prize yellow strawberries—
If you will do this you will break With their dignities of silk and
Their archbishpal opulence—
The little religions for my sake. Rivalling God the peacock only.
Invite a tiger for a weekend,
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine. Assuming neither space nor time,
A purely intellectual fruit,
36 Yet of matchless elegance. This
The distinction is in Fire and Division: Is my intellectual religion.
Ferocious and beautiful Leopard that thrives
On the rose-imagination. For I would not have bishops leap
Nor peacocks irreligious, but
Supreme visionary Guard begetting poetry; Temper them to that great gold pitch
Magnetizer to Confrontation till the archives Of the first-ascending bridegroom.
Cry in luminosity.
So, to the time of yellow strawberries,
Break the heart’s thicketry, leap, Leopard- Announce to philosophy my arrival—
mind, O a little irreverent perhaps
But religiously, peerlessly musical. It takes tenderness to perceive: for the
colors,
39 The nudes, the cubes to afflict. Unless
Be beautiful, noble, like the antique ant, One were versed in the tauromachy of art.
Who bore the storms as he bore the sun, Then persuasion is instant: you lie fallen,
Wearing neither gown or helmet, Victor, gripping great, very sad horns.
Though he was archbishop and soldier:
Wore only his own flesh. LYRICS: IV

Salute characters with gracious dignity: 41

Though what these are is left to To make icecream chrysantheme
Your own terms: Exact: the universe is Mix Christ and chrysanthemums
Not so small but these will be found
Somewhere. Exact: they will be found. In a bowl of turkiz amethyst
To make icecream chrysantheme
Speak with great moderation: but think
With great fierceness, burning passion: But since Christ is not so easy
Though what the ant though (You must hunt him first among)
No annals reveal, nor his descendants
Break the seal. The white shadows of black birds
With a mask upon your shoulder
Trace the tracelessness of the ant,
Every ant has reached this perfection. And a rose upon your eyes!)—
As he comes, so he goes, Since Christ is not so easy
Flowing as water flows,
Essential but secret like a rose. If you come Christless from the
Hunt, though chrysanthemums be
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In Picasso you see Blue, Rose, and the Gold and bright as poems, and
Virginity of Cubes. The sound of his colors Carry hugest themes—naught
Is autumn. The melancholy of apricots
Hang like Chagall angels above each Can they avail, ah they will fail,
picture. And then your lips must say
This man is Milton gay, very sad.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
And though he paints no angels, the nudes To icecream chrysantheme.
Are tragic like them. Very silent bells
Ring requiem. The cubes are cubes of grief. 42
But being virgins the cubes spring alert. I have observed pink monks eating blue
But the nudes are silent, being unvirgins. raisins.
And I have observed blue monks eating
pink raisins.
Studiously have observed. look, Loren, look! My heart.

Now, this is the way a pink monk eats a 44

blue raisin: sky wrote me blackbirds
Pink is he and it is blue and the pink
Swallows the blue. I swear this is true. that were gold (perhaps God
laughing, strolling upside down)
And the way a blue monk eats a pink raisins I replied,
is this: Impossible
Blue is he and it is pink and the blue Even for
Swallow the pink. And this is also is truth A miracle! Then God
strolling upside down (perhaps
Indeed I have observed and myself have roses skiing)
partaken said,
Of blue and pink raisins. But my joy was Possible
different:
My joy was to see the blue and the pink We (Love and I) saw dwarfs
counterpointing in Mars, and a marriage
of lemons
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roses racing with rabbits of peace…
around my favourite church And forthwith
(nowhere) yet we will all I believed and with God I
went laughing, arm in arm
go there (I love you, with strolling upside down
roses and rabbits and roses
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I love you) we will climb A radio made of seawater
The beautiful steeple and Will have mermaids for music:
Who when me they will kiss
Watch (perhaps ring bells All my senses will greet.
Whose bells who knows)
A radio made of birds
But in the secret unmercy Will have music of grapes!
Of all this beauty, O Who between their ribs
Shall carry joys without peer.
you will open your eyes
upon certainly somewhere But a radio made of Light
Will have music of Blakes:
around God’s heart (every- Who with great tigertails
where O everywhere) but Will beat God-musicales.
most certainly and mostly
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in blue without when blues dreams bears
the only living girls are gold
quick the living boys will bring them stars
and stars will sing them bells

in bells without when bells dream blooms

the only living boys are brave
quickly the living girls will bring them dooms
and dooms will praise their love

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All the horse were gold.
All their hooves could deal
Death. Yet me they dealt sun.
With what tenderness
The gold horses loved me!
For my eyes they made
Dignity, for my heart
The fadeless final star.
Love they brought also To a Lady Going to Antipolo
But without the sorrow seal. In Antipolo there will be many young
With their eyes they spoke me men who will come toyou. You will like
The love God could never make. them because their tongues
These horses so beautiful will be honeyed and their feet
I could wish to trample my life! light. You will forget me.
But sun they brought me, I shall be forgotten by you
O their hooves would not smite. whom I cannot forget. As you forget
me Ishall tap my fingers on my breast,
calling for you. I shall talk to you