I have something to tell you. I’m listening. I’m dying. I’m sorry to hear. I’m growing old.

Without sexual attraction, there i… the brutal movement of the sea. The face peers out of its skeletal… and hands reach like bone. Without love, the streets

I stand and listen, head bowed, to my inner complaint. Persons passing by think I am searching for a lost coin. You’re fired, I yell inside

Whatever we do, whether we light strangers’€™ cigarettes’€”it may t… to be a detective wanting to know… with a light on a lonely street ni… or whether we turn away and get a…

If we could be brought to the surf… like a gleaming fish and served fo… if we could eat and swallow our ow… to make a good meal, if we could g… for ourselves and feed on the glea…

The steam hammer pounds with a reg… Neither the hammer nor the steel s… terrible meeting between them, pro… that some things must be done, reg… cost too is absorbed in the doing…

This tree has two million and seve… Perhaps I missed a leaf or two bu… at having persisted in counting by… and marked down on paper with penc… Adding them up was a pleasure I c…

I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was given me:

It is heart-rending to know a kiss cannot cure the world of its illne… nor can your happiness, nor your t… of being a discrete person, for th… fall like rain into the ground

You wept in your mother’s arms and I knew that from then on I was to forget myself. Listening to your sobs, I was resolved against my will

at fifty I approach myself, eighteen years of age, seated despondently on the concret… of my father’s house, wishing to be gone from there

We drop in the evening like dew upon the ground and the living feel it on their faces. Death soft, moist everywhere upon us, soon to cover the living

Earth hard to my heels bear me up like a child standing on its mother’s belly. I am a surprised guest to the air

As I reach to close each book lying open on my desk, it leaps up to snap at my fingers. My legs won’t hold me, I must sit down. My fingers pain me

I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent.