There are similarities
I notice: that the hills
which the eyes make flat as a wall
together, open as I move
to let me through; become

He would like not to kill. He wou
what he imagines other men have,
instead of this red compulsion. Wh
fail him and die badly? He would l
finger by finger and with great te

In winter the beach is empty
but south, so there is no snow.
Empty can mean either
peaceful or desolate.
Two kinds of people walk here:

This is the plum season, the night
blue and distended, the moon
hazed, this is the season of peach
with their lush lobed bulbs
that glow in the dusk, apples

Living backwards means only
I must suffer everything twice.
Those picnics were already loss:
with the dragonflies and the clear
What good did it do me to know

Let others pray for the passenger
the dodo, the whooping crane, the
everyone must specialize
I will confine myself to a meditat
upon the giant tortoises

Confess: it’s my profession
that alarms you.
This is why few people ask me to d
though Lord knows I don’t go out
I wear dresses of sensible cut

This is the lair of the landlady
She is
a raw voice
loose in the rooms beneath me.
the continuous henyard

Snow packs the roadsides, sends du
onto the pavement, moves
through vision like a wave or sand
The bus charges this winter,
a whale or blunt gray

She has been condemned to death by
may escape this death by becoming
woman by marrying the hangman. But
time there is no hangman; thus the
There is only a death, indefinitel