This is called "The Soul Has Many Brides."
I have no idea what--
how that title came to me, but there it is.
"The Soul Has Many Brides."
"In India, I was greatly taken up
as a fly in the temple, which gave me
the distinct feeling it was possible, just possible,
that we had met before.
Was it in Mexico City, climbing the bloody spot--
the blood-spotted yellow legs of the crucified
Christ while his eyes grew larger and larger?
May God seat you on the highest throne
of his invisible kingdom, a blind beggar
said to me in English.
He knew what I saw, at the saloon where Pancho Villa fired
his revolvers at the ceiling, on the bare ass of a naked nymph
stepping out of a lake in a painting,
and now shamelessly crawling up one of Buddha's nostrils, whose
smile got even more secretive, even more squint eyed."