Anne Waldman

In oval magic, the new-born babe has an egg hat put upon
its head.  But it was never the custom for women
to remove their hats, admitting inequality,

that is for me to do.  The woman is the
hat, that is to say, the egg.

I take off my woman to you!  (& Helen wore her hat to class)

Dear masculine world with ideas, dear feminine world with
ideas & feelings & dear world with creatures
                of egg born

"Exitare muros."  Awaken the walls, the sleeping males!
       Peace and balance nest in the original egg.  The seeds
                of all things rest in it without recourse to time.

King Tarquin founded his circus near an egg.
I develop eyes in the back of my oval head.



                                                         & this is the key:

        This is the key of the cave
        In the cave there is a realm
        In that realm there is a city
        In that city there is a town
        In that town there is a street
        In that street there is an alley
        In that alley there is a yard
        In that yard there is a house
        In that house there is a room
        In that room there is a bed
        In that bed there is a box
        In that box there are some eyes
        Eyes in the box
        Box in the bed
        Bed in the room
        Room in the house
        House in the yard
        Yard in the alley
        Alley in the street
        Street in the town
        Town in the city
        City in the realm
        Realm in the cave
        Of the cave this is the key

next>