#English #Women
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find a summer season.
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone
That dog with daisies for eyes who flashes forth flame of his very self at every ba… is the Dog of Art. Worked in wool, his blind eyes
All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring. Early I learned to
A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. We won’t look for each other, either–
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
The authentic! Shadows of it sweep past in dreams, one could sa… evoking the almost-silent ripping apart of giant sheets of cellophane. No.
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.
The cat is eating the roses: that’s the way he is. Don’t stop him, don’t stop the world going round, that’s the way things are.
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…
I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature… in repose, distinct.
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…
Let me be at the place of the cast… Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from the mo… Let the moat’s waters reflect gree… the shells of swimming turtles…
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? Were they inclined to quiet laught…
High in the jacaranda shines the g… of a small bird’s curlicue of song… for her to see or hear. I’ve learned not to say, these last years,