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I’ll tell you something: every day people are dying. And that’s just… Every day, in funeral homes, new w… new orphans. They sit with their h… trying to decide about this new li…
Do you know what I was, how I liv… what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you… I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t exp…
Late December: my father and I are going to New York, to the cir… He holds me on his shoulders in the bitter win… scraps of white paper
Now, in twilight, on the palace st… the king asks forgiveness of his l… He is not duplicitous; he has tried to be true to the moment; is there anoth…
I became a criminal when I fell i… Before that I was a waitress. I didn’t want to go to Chicago wi… I wanted to marry you, I wanted Your wife to suffer.
It came to me one night as I was… that I had finished with those amo… to which I had long been a slave.… my heart murmured. To which I res… awaited us, hoping, at the same ti…
Night covers the pond with its win… Under the ringed moon I can make… your face swimming among minnows a… echoing stars. In the night air the surface of the pond is metal.
The elements have merged into soli… Spasms of violets rise above the m… And weed, and soon the birds and a… Will be starting to arrive, bereav… South. But never mind. It is not…
A dove lived in a village. When it opened its mouth sweetness came out, sound like a silver light around the cherry bough. But
Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills
At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call d… I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the…
There was an apple tree in the yar… this would have been forty years ago—behind, only meadows. Drifts of crocus in the damp grass.
Orange blossoms blowing over Cast… children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it an acacia tree or was he not my love?
The garden admires you. For your sake it smears itself wit… The ecstatic reds of the roses, So that you will come to it with y… And the willows—
How can you say earth should give me joy? Each th… born is my burden; I cannot succee… with all of you. And you would like to dictate to m…