Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heaven… What they thought about Stayed the same,

A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,

It seemed the kind of life we want… Wild strawberries and cream in the… Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea n… Some evenings, however, we found o…

Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside. Seems like it has grown darker

There was a melon fresh from the g… So ripe the knife slurped As it cut it into six slices. The children were going back to sc… Their mother, passing out paper pl…

Where the path to the lake twists… A puff of dust, the kind bare feet… Is what I saw in the dying light, Night swooping down everywhere els… A low branch heavy with leaves

You must come to them sideways In rooms webbed in shadow, Sneak a view of their emptiness Without them catching A glimpse of you in return.

To find clues where there are none… That’s my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The world… My window has grown illegible, And so has the clock on the wall.

They arrive inside They object at evening. There’s no one to meet them. The lamps they carry Cast their shadows

Your mother carried you Out of the smoking ruins of a buil… And set you down on this sidewalk Like a doll bundled in burnt rags, Where you now stood years later

A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One

The mail truck goes down the coast Carrying a single letter. At the end of a long pier The bored seagull lifts a leg now… And forgets to put it down.

On the first page of my dreambook It’s always evening In an occupied country. Hour before the curfew. A small provincial city.

Shoes, secret face of my inner lif… Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice-nests. My brother and sister who died at…

The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string