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A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd. & nbsp;… &nbs p;  …
The red eyes of rabbits aren’t sad. No one passes the sad golden village in a barge any more. The sunset will leave it alone. If the
To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!
Since I stroll in the woods more… than on this frequented path, it’s… trees I observe; but among fellow… what I like best is to see an old… fishing alone at the end of a jett…
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair, a barn, a bridge. The flower
It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shu… the taint in our own selves, that… cracks the mind’s shell and enters… not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
Let me be at the place of the cast… Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from the mo… Let the moat’s waters reflect gree… the shells of swimming turtles…
I was welcomed here’clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on… the mountain revealing herself unc… tinted apricot as she looked west,
The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion
Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her she is a female and their flesh knows it,
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog
The tree of knowledge was the tree… That’s why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That fruit was meant to be dried and milled t… for use a pinch at a time, a condi…
Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as
After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had long… came and asked to be rocked. After my plucked out eyes
We live our lives of human passion… cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free