#English #Women
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
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
Turn from that road’s beguiling ea… to your hunger’s turret. Enter, cl… chill with disuse, where the croak… regards from shimmering eyes your… and the drip, drip, of darkness gl…
White dawn. Stillness. When… I took it for a sea-wind, coming t… of salt, of treeless horizons. but… didn’t stir; the leaved of my brot… unmoving.
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…
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? Were they inclined to quiet laught…
Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,
Weier Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als… hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser… von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonte… bewegte sich nicht; das Laub meine… regungslos.
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.
Among the blight-killed eucalypts,… trees and bushes rusted by Christm… the yards and hillsides exhausted… certain airy white blossoms punctu… reappeared, and dense clusters of…
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.
“I am a landscape,” he said. “a landscape and a person walking… There are daunting cliffs there, And plains glad in their way of brown monotony. But especially
To lie back under the tallest oldest trees. How far the stems rise, rise before ribs of shelter open!
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets,
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,