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Remember the days of our first hap… how strong we were, how dazed by p… lying all day, then all night in t… sleeping there, eating there too:… it seemed everything had ripened
What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ride into the field behin… Your hands buried in the mare’s
A man and a woman lie on a white b… It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On the bedside table is a vase of lilies; sunlight
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have
In the empty field, in the morning… the body waits to be claimed. The spirit sits beside it, on a sm… nothing comes to give it form agai… Think of the body’s loneliness.
Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventin… Weeping in the dark garage With your sack of garbage: it is n… To take out the garbage, it is you…
I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I’m sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the…
Even now this landscape is assembl… The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been Picked clean, the sheaves
It came to me one night as I was… that I had finished with those amo… to which I had long been a slave.… my heart murmured. To which I res… awaited us, hoping, at the same ti…
A child draws the outline of a bod… She draws what she can, but it is… she cannot fill in what she knows… Within the unsupported line, she k… that life is missing; she has cut
Orange blossoms blowing over Cast… children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it an acacia tree or was he not my love?
Look, a butterfly. Did you make a… You don’t wish on butterflies. You do so. Did you make one? Yes. It doesn’t count.
When I made you, I loved you. Now I pity you. I gave you all you needed: bed of earth, blanket of blue air— As I get further away from you
The garden admires you. For your sake it smears itself wit… The ecstatic reds of the roses, So that you will come to it with y… And the willows—
As I perceive I am dying now and know I will not speak again, will not survive the earth, be summoned out of it again, not