#English #Women
Something forgotten for twenty yea… and mothers came from Cordova and… and though I am a citizen of the… stranger here than anywhere else,… I am Essex-born:
The tree of knowledge was the tree… That’s why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That fruit was meant to be dried and milled t… for use a pinch at a time, a condi…
It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shu… the taint in our own selves, that… cracks the mind’s shell and enters… not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
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.
In the Japanese tongue of the min…
The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair— don’t assume
Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as
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,
As you read, a white bear leisurel… pees, dyeing the snow saffron, and as you read, many gods lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt,
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair, a barn, a bridge. The flower
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog
Turn from that road’s beguiling ea… to your hunger’s turret. Enter, cl… chill with disuse, where the croak… regards from shimmering eyes your… and the drip, drip, of darkness gl…
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…