Knife

"Then Gilgamesh like a butcher, brave and skilful, Between the yoke of the horns and the slaughter-spot [he thrust in] his knife."

"When the hungry curate licks the knife there’s not much for the clerk;"

"Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm, And let us hear no sound of human strife After the click of the shutting. ..."

"I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;"