One summer she goes into the field… stopping for a bit at the pool whe… looks at herself, to see if she detects any changes. She se… the same person, the horrible mant…

Look, a butterfly. Did you make a… You don’t wish on butterflies. You do so. Did you make one? Yes. It doesn’t count.

The nights have grown cool again,… Of early spring, and quiet again.… Speech disturb you? We’re Alone now; we have no reason for s… Can you see, over the garden-the f…

The garden admires you. For your sake it smears itself wit… The ecstatic reds of the roses, So that you will come to it with y… And the willows—

Remember the days of our first hap… how strong we were, how dazed by p… lying all day, then all night in t… sleeping there, eating there too:… it seemed everything had ripened

In the empty field, in the morning… the body waits to be claimed. The spirit sits beside it, on a sm… nothing comes to give it form agai… Think of the body’s loneliness.

My mother’s an expert in one thing… sending people she loves into the… The little ones, the babies—these she rocks, whispering or singing q… what she did for my father;

Now, in twilight, on the palace st… the king asks forgiveness of his l… He is not duplicitous; he has tried to be true to the moment; is there anoth…

In the early evening, a now, as ma… over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a woman appears, carrying roses. Her face floats to the surface of…

Do you know what I was, how I liv… what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you… I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t exp…

A man and a woman lie on a white b… It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On the bedside table is a vase of lilies; sunlight

What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ride into the field behin… Your hands buried in the mare’s

At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call d… I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the…