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He was six foot four, and forty… and even colder than he thought he… James Thurber, The Thirteen Cloc… Not that I cared about the other… Those perfumed breasts with hearts
For David Karetsky (April 14, 19… Putting the skis down in the white snow, the wind singing, the blizzard of time
Old bag of bones upside down, what are you searching for in poetry, in meditation?
Broken ivories playing the blue piano of the sea. We have come
For Jennifer Josephy On cold days it is easy to be reasonable, to button the mouth against kisses… dust the breasts
I pass to the other side of the pa… —Pablo Neruda On the other side of the page where the last days go, where the lost poems go,
In the glass-bottomed boat of our lives, we putter along gazing at the other world under the sea– that world of flickering
You whom I hoped to reach by writ… you beyond the multicolored tangle of telephone wires, you with your white paper soul trampled in transit,
Endless duplication of lives and o… —Theodore Roethke I have known the imperial power of… the awesome indifference of recept… I have been intimidated by desk &a…
‘Hotel rooms constitute a separate… —Tom Stoppard A bed, a telephone, the cord to the world beyond the womb . . .
Male? Female? God doesn’t care about sex & the long tree-shaded avenue
Mute marriages: the ten-ton block of ice obstructing the throat, the heart, the red filter of the liver, the clogged life.
For all those who died– stripped naked, shaved, shorn. For all those who screamed in vain to the Great Goddess only to have their tongues
The decorum of fire... —Pablo Neruda We learned the decorum of fire, the flame’s curious symmetry, the blue heat at the center of the…
You call me courageous, I who grew up gnawing on books, as some kids