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It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert
The snake hunts and sinews his way along and is not his own idea of viciousness. All he wants… a fast grab, with fur and a rapid pulse, so he can take that flutter…
The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,
Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…
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
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string while he measured, boar… distances between things, or pound…
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…
i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction
Those whose houses were burned burned houses. What else ever happ… once you start? While the roofs plunged into the root-filled cellars,
The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said
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,