Whenever I go there everything is… The stamps on the bandages the tit… Of the professors of water The portrait of Glare the reasons… The white mourning

I gave you sorrow to hang on your… Like a calendar in one color. I wear a torn place on my sleeve. It isn’t as simple as that. Between no place of mine and no pl…

In a dream I returned to the rive… Five orange trees by the bridge an… Beside two mills my house Into whose courtyard a blind man f… The goats and stood singing

There in the fringe of trees betwe… the upper field and the edge of th… below it that runs above the valle… one time I heard in the early days of summer the clear ringing

It is March and black dust falls… Soon I will be gone The tall spirit who lodged here ha… Left already On the avenues the colorless threa…

With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir

Now that you have caught sight of the other side of darkness the invisible side so that you can tell it is rising

When you go away the wind clicks a… The painters work all day but at s… Showing the black walls The clock goes back to striking th… That has no place in the years

Matches among other things that we… never would be lying high in a cool blue box that opened in other hands and the… bodies clean and smooth blue heads…

When I was beginning to read I im… that bridges had something to do w… and with what seemed to be cages b… that they were not cages it must h… with the dusty light flashing from…

There are threads of old sound hea… phrases of Shakespeare or Mozart… wands of the auroras playing out f… into dark time the passing of a fe… migrants high in the night far fro…

What is the head A. Ash What are the eyes A. The wells have fallen in and h… Inhabitants

My friends without shields walk on… It is late the windows are breakin… My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief moves among them as a fire a…

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with…

Why did he promise me that we would build ourselves an ark all by ourselves out in back of the house on New York Avenue