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Every peak is a crater. This is t… making them eternally and visibly… No height without depth, without a… though our straw soles shred on th… I want to travel with you to every…
I wake up in your bed. I know I h… Much earlier, the alarm broke us f… you’ve been at your desk for hours… our friend the poet comes into my… where I’ve been writing for days,
I am walking rapidly through stria… I am a woman in the prime of life,… and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarel… I am a woman in the prime of life
I drew solitude over me, on the lo… —Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude” For whoever does not afflict his s… cut off from his people. —Leviticus 23:29
This apartment full of books could… to the thick jaws, the bulging eye… of monsters, easily: Once open the… the underside of everything you’ve… the rack and pincers held in readi…
Can it be growing colder when I b… to touch myself again, adhesions p… When slowly the naked face turns f… and looks into the present, the eye of winter, city, anger, po…
Across a city from you, I’m with… just as an August night moony, inlet-warm, seabathed, I wa… the scrubbed, sheenless wood of th… cluttered with our brushes, books,…
That conversation we were always on the edge of having, runs on in my head. At night the Hudson trembles in New Jersey light.
No one’s fated or doomed to love a… The accidents happen, we’re not he… they happen in our lives like car… books that change us, neighborhood… we move into and come to love.
Living in the earth-deposits of ou… Today a backhoe divulged out of a… one bottle amber perfect a hundred… cure for fever or melancholy a ton… for living on this earth in the wi…
You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like… still have your dresses copied fro… and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: “Delicious reco…
Miracle’s truck comes down the lit… Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behin… and, yes, you can feel happy with one piece of your heart. Take what’s still given: in a room…
There’s a place between two stands… and the old revolutionary road bre… near a meeting-house abandoned by… who disappeared into those shadows… I’ve walked there picking mushroom…
It was your vision of the pilot confirmed my vision of you, you sa… He keeps on steering headlong into… on purpose while we crouched in th… vomiting into plastic bags.
This is the grass your feet are pl… You paint it orange or you sing it… But you have never found A way to make the grass mean what… A cloud can be whatever you intend…