#English #Women
Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,
As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them,
My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well. Nothing will come to fish it back… and onto my finger again. &nb sp; &nbs…
Brown gas-fog, white beneath the street lamps. Cut off on three sides, all space… with our bodies. Bodies that stumble
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog
I was welcomed here—clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on… the mountain revealing herself unc… tinted apricot as she looked west,
I thought I was growing wings— it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fire— it was deep water.
Hypocrite women, how seldom we spe… of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt! And if at Mill Valley perched in… the sweet rain drifting through we…
As the stores close, a winter ligh… opens air to iris blue, glint of frost through the smoke grains of mica, salt of the sidewa… As the buildings close, released a…
This wild night, gathering the was… &n bsp; animal vines t… slapping my face lightl… in the gesticulations o… I recall out of my joy a night of…
Among the blight-killed eucalypts,… trees and bushes rusted by Christm… the yards and hillsides exhausted… certain airy white blossoms punctu… reappeared, and dense clusters of…
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you.