#English #Women
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.
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…
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,
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…
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
Since I stroll in the woods more… than on this frequented path, it’s… trees I observe; but among fellow… what I like best is to see an old… fishing alone at the end of a jett…
At sixteen I believed the moonlig… could change me if it would. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I moved my hea… on the pillow, even moved my bed as the moon slowly
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…
In the Japanese tongue of the min…
A certain day became a presence to… there it was, confronting me—a sky… a being. And before it started to… from the height of noon, it leaned… and struck my shoulder as if with
Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,
Weier Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als… hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser… von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonte… bewegte sich nicht; das Laub meine… regungslos.
An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking t… proportionate size, in the rain, in the relaxed early-evening avenu…
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…
The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic