I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter

This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard

This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons

Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.

In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run

The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got there,

In winter the beach is empty but south, so there is no snow. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here:

Living backwards means only I must suffer everything twice. Those picnics were already loss: with the dragonflies and the clear… What good did it do me to know

‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken

Snow packs the roadsides, sends du… onto the pavement, moves through vision like a wave or sand… The bus charges this winter, a whale or blunt gray

Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mo… a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed… to get onto my head. It’s his

I am the heart of a murdered woman who took the wrong way home who was strangled in a vacant lot… who was shot with care beneath a t… who was mutilated by a crisp knife…

i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,