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REQUIEM
There was a full moon,
A clean, gold hole
Cut in the sky.... |
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ICE
The river is freezing.
The trees stand in the snow
Like unburied skeletons.
The road is icy and goes nowhere.
In the distance.
The headlines of a car,
Bright yellow,
Like fire flies.... |
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MONKS
It is no small thing to wake up
And find tiny brown monks
Suspended from the branches of pines.... |
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A SHORT
HISTORY OF LOVE
My lover had a white map on his
body.
White mists, white clouds,
White sails. Erased.
He drifted away.... |
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THE HOUSE
OF THE SUN
In The House of the Sun,
The light is so bright
The eye never opens wide.
Everything here is bleached by the light;
There is no color but gold.
The air is gold. The air is solid.
Everywhere you look,
The face of the immobile saint.... |
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WISHES
FOR A WEDDING
These are some of the white things:
The spider's web that weaves and welds itself
Between the post and the door to the warm house,
The web white in the sun,
Silver when the sun sets,
Beaded silver by drops of rain, by fogs, by mist... |
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THE
DAY IN ITS PARTS
Every day
Brought rumors of your death.
I believed none of them.
Then your smile
Filled the sky,
And dispersed slowly,
Like clouds... |
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CONFESSION
IN APRIL
Dear Lord, I have sinned against
thee.
For I do not love all flowers equally.
For daffodils have come up in my yard instead of tulips.
For I hate their stupid yellow faces
And say they are no better than weeds....
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LONG
AGO
Long ago, a woman in turret or
tower
Let down her hair, and her lover climbed up.
Long ago, I cut my hair.
There are no more towers....
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SKI
LIFT
I thought all I felt was annoyance,
not even anger,
So many plans to change, we were in the wrong country,
On the other side of an ocean, words get changed... |
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