#Americans
Finally, to forgo love is to kiss… is to let rain fall nakedly upon y… is to respect fire, is to study man’s eyes and his ges… as he talks,
When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or forgotten you.
I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was given me:
Interesting that I have to live w… It stands, prepared to emerge, and… with me—this other thing I will be… and yet it keeps me erect and limb… my rival.
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
In a dream I’m no longer in love.… and I vow never again to seal myse… also and that too is a kind of sea… care of my body and its home accom… appearance that I admire in the mi…
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
As I enter the theatre the play i… I hear the father say to the son o… You’ve taken the motor apart. The son replies, The roof is leak… The father retorts, The tire is f…
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’m very pleased to be a body. Ca… As you hold mine I feel firmly as… and I think all life is a body. I… especially with the sun shining on… I have hurt the body. That’s when…
I dream I am lying in the mud on… Which do I prefer, since I have t… air? It is summer. I decide quick… of the sky I could not get by flyi…
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.
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…
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…
Prescient, my hands soothing their foreheads, by my love I earn them. in their presence I am wretched as death. They smil… to me of love. They cheer me