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The sun, a heavy spider, spins in… The wind hides under cactus leaves… Small shadow accompanies Hamlet-P… Wry sniggering shadow in front of… The plumed cavalcade has passed to…
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, But something written in lighter i…
We being so hidden from those who Have quietly borne and fed us, How can we answer civilly Their innocent invitations? How can we say “we see you
This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no mark.
We are a people living in shells a… Crablike; reticent, awkward, deepl… Watching the world from a corner o… Afraid lest someone show that he h… Afraid lest someone weep in the ra…
Within the church The solemn priests advance, And the sunlight, stained by the h… Dyes a yet richer red the scarlet… And the scarlet robes of the young…
Clothes: to compose The furtive, lone Pillar of bone To some repose. To let hands shirk
Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air
Wouldn’t you say, Wouldn’t you say: one day, With a little more time or a littl… Disentangle for separate, delibera… One of the moment’s hundred strand…
Dogs take new friends abruptly and… Cats’ meetings are neat, tactual,… Monkeys exchange their fleas befor… Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil rea… We then, at first encounter, shoul…
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in rag…
Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased As my bones have grown, my height… Though I shiver in snow of dreams… Freeze again in a noonday terror. I shall never break, my sinews cru…
The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk,
Acknowledge the drum’s whisper. Yield to its velvet Nudge. Cut a slow air– Curve. Then dip (hip to hip): Sway, swing, pedantically
Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No further, than to stir