(AS I CONTINUE TO FOLLOW MY FUGITIVE STAG)

The Annotated “Songs to Joannes,” by Mina Loy (1917)

XIII

Come to me    There is something
I have got to tell you     and I can’t tell
Something taking shape
Something that has a new name
A new dimension
A new use
A new illusion

It is ambient             And it is in your eyes
Something shiny     Something only for you
                                  Something that I must not see

It is in my ears          Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
                                   Something only for me

Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might make an end of the jostling of aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos

Where two or three are welded together
They shall become god
— — — — — — — —
Oh that’s right
Keep away from me    Please give me a push
Don’t let me understand you      Don’t realise me
Or we might tumble together
Depersonalized
Identical
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you — you — me