Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventin… Weeping in the dark garage With your sack of garbage: it is n… To take out the garbage, it is you…

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.

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…

Late December: my father and I are going to New York, to the cir… He holds me on his shoulders in the bitter win… scraps of white paper

It came to me one night as I was… that I had finished with those amo… to which I had long been a slave.… my heart murmured. To which I res… awaited us, hoping, at the same ti…

Orange blossoms blowing over Cast… children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it an acacia tree or was he not my love?

In our family, there were two sain… my aunt and my grandmother. But their lives were different. My grandmother’s was tranquil, eve… She was like a person walking in c…

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

I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I’m sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the…

When Hades decided he loved this… he built for her a duplicate of ea… everything the same, down to the m… but with a bed added. Everything the same, including sun…

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…

There was an apple tree in the yar… this would have been forty years ago—behind, only meadows. Drifts of crocus in the damp grass.

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…