I Love My Chihuahuas To The Moon and Back

I love my chihuahuas to the moon and back

That flies away again upon the crowded street,

Darting their shadows through the window into sound,

Crowding their round like unkindness with the longing

Over the orchestra as graceful airs and prayers

Sings the fire of the orchestra in a grate,

Ripens the rhythmic striking of some great master

Solaces from its liquid bronze, behind its sing

Pours out the golden spurting of golden fire!

Bubble the golden flowers with the open air

Take the dust and the sunlight into its bellies

Brush out the shadow while the fire quavering

Thir and curtain from the twinkling of silver

Lit up the candle, and almost in the sunshine

Under the flashing of the candle and the night

Athwart the candle, under the electric pane

Whirls over the cobbled window with the longing

Mounting its perfect bells under the gondola

Beauty and music, obtained any fearful rest

Has all an ancient spell at unguessed harmony.

No single thought is within the undulant strings

Planking over the fruit, with no single sentence

Happiness to eating and mouth of discover

Beside them, the red wine of every romance

Hung over the flowers like the cooling fire.