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The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.
When he came in, she was there. When she looked at him, he smiled. There were lights in time’s wave breaking on an eternal shore.
With her fingers she turns paint into flowers, with her body flowers into a remembrance of herself. She is at work always, mending the garment
We were a people taut for war; the… Were no harder, the thin grass Clothed them more warmly than the… Shirts our small bones. We fought, and were always in retr…
It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding… Of the boughs with gold; a bird pr…
Men who have hardly uncurled from their posture in the womb. Naked. Heads bowed, not in prayer, but in contemplation of the earth they came from,
I have been all men known to histo… Wondering at the world and at time… I have seen evil, and the light bl… Innocent love under a spring sky. I have been Merlin wandering in t…
She is young. Have I the right Even to name her? Child, It is not love I offer Your quick limbs, your eyes; Only the barren homage
Being unwise enough to have marrie… I never knew when she was not acti… ‘I love you’ she would say; I hea… Sigh. ‘I hate you’; I could never… They were still there. She was lo…
We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.
Nineteen years now Under the same roof Eating our bread, Using the same air: Sighing, if one sighs,
It seems wrong that out of this bi… Black, bold, a suggestion of dark Places about it, there yet should… Such rich music, as though the not… Ore were changed to a rare metal
We met under a shower of bird-notes. Fifty years passed, love’s moment
All my life I was face to face with her, at meal—times, by the fire, even in the ultimate intimacies
And God held in his hand A small globe. Look he said. The son looked. Far off, As through water, he saw A scorched land of fierce