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reconstruction of a face from memory

1. the face

i want to tell you
i love you,
i want
the clarity of water
between us . . .
 
so
amazed am i
when i stop and turn away!
 
for you are a vision,
a demon,
a clear and perfect rose!

 

2. the memory

in a candles eye there burns a mystery
a sadness an empty mouth a hope
in your eyes a mountain rises up from youth–
ful folly, standing certain on the brink
of the abyss.
 
in the moment of a wave
a memory, a distant
love collapsing on the sand
we understand our limits
are truly what we make them

 

3. the reconstruction

when once i saw the laughter in the earth i knew the air was made
to love you,
O today i have not died as much as yesterday,                                                                          
                                                                                    dear woman who can break
once i stole the goblet from your heart
for you are truly rain
your eyes are not your eyes
and i a mountain rising up from youth
i stole what was once your heart
and i heard what once was your voice:
an empty mouth a sadness
a clear and perfect rose!
 
time is heavy as the pearls
like hanged men
strung across your breast.
time is heavy,
i turn away.
 
i want to tell you that our hands eat ice,
O knife,
O street that has no name

(1975)

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