#English #Women
Green Snake, when I hung you roun… and stroked your cold, pulsing thr… as you hissed to me, glinting arrowy gold scales, and I felt the weight of you on my shoulders,
Brown gas-fog, white beneath the street lamps. Cut off on three sides, all space… with our bodies. Bodies that stumble
The authentic! Shadows of it sweep past in dreams, one could sa… evoking the almost-silent ripping apart of giant sheets of cellophane. No.
The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs and hermetic
The cat is eating the roses: that’s the way he is. Don’t stop him, don’t stop the world going round, that’s the way things are.
As you read, a white bear leisurel… pees, dyeing the snow saffron, and as you read, many gods lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
I thought I was growing wings— it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fire— it was deep water.
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…
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.
My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well. Nothing will come to fish it back… and onto my finger again. &nb sp; &nbs…
Weier Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als… hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser… von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonte… bewegte sich nicht; das Laub meine… regungslos.
Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,
O Eros, silently smiling one, hea… Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness
I like to find what’s not found at once, but lies within something of another nature… in repose, distinct.
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
