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Spring, rainbows, ordinary miracles about which nothing new can be said. The stars on a clear night
Broken ivories playing the blue piano of the sea. We have come
All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. I want to tell you how your face
Kabir says the breath inside the breath is God & I say to Kabir you are the breath inside that bre…
People wish to be settled. Onl… —Thoreau My life has been the instrument for a mouth
It used to be hard for women, snowed in their white lives, white lies, to write books
The women he has had are all faces without eyes. He has entered them blind as a cut worm. He has swum their oceans
Is God the one who eats the meat off the bones of dead people? —Molly Miranda Jong—Fast, age 3… God is the one, Molly,
We used to meet on this corner in the same wind. It fought us up the hill to your house,
Nobody believes in love– not even me. Love is the thing you wait to end.
The first snow of the year & you lying between my breasts in my husband’s house & the snow gently rising in my… like guilt,
These beautifully grown men. Thes… Look at them looking! They’re overdrawn on all accounts… & they’ve missed (for the hundredth time) the expre…
I am not interested in my body– the part that stinks & rots & brings forth life,
I sit at home at my desk alone as I used to do on many sunday afternoons when you came back to me,