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The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair ' don’t assume
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
The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic
"The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in.… Mark Rudman I look and look. Looking’s a way of being: one beco…
Pale, then enkindled, light advancing, emblazoning summits of palm and pine,
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you.
The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion
Weier Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als… hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser… von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonte… bewegte sich nicht; das Laub meine… regungslos.
Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt,
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted ...
A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the… imagination of disaster. Peace, no… the absence of war.”
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,
Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,
This wild night, gathering the was… &n bsp; animal vines t… slapping my face lightl… in the gesticulations o… I recall out of my joy a night of…
At sixteen I believed the moonlig… could change me if it would. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I moved my hea… on the pillow, even moved my bed as the moon slowly