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The Rav of Northern White Russia declined… in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did not interest hi…
Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,
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.
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…
Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide
The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair ' don’t assume
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…
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
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,
When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them
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,
To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!