Out of the dry days through the dusty leaves far across the valley those few notes never heard here before

Duporte the roofer that calm voice those sure hands gentling weathere… into new generations or half of him rising through a roof like some sea spirit from a wave

Thinking of rain clouds that rose… on the first day of the year in the same month I consider that I have lived dail… eyes open and ears to hear

Matches among other things that we… never would be lying high in a cool blue box that opened in other hands and the… bodies clean and smooth blue heads…

The star in my Hand is falling All the uniforms know what’s no us… May I bow to Necessity not To her hirelings

Whenever I go there everything is… The stamps on the bandages the tit… Of the professors of water The portrait of Glare the reasons… The white mourning

In the long evening of April thro… Bayle’s two sheep dogs sail down t… for the flock a moment before he a… a stub of a man rolling as he appr… smiling and smiling and his dogs a…

With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir

Now that you have caught sight of the other side of darkness the invisible side so that you can tell it is rising

So gradual in those summers was th… of the age it seemed that the long… when the stars faded over the moun… leaving us even as the birds woke… glittered in the webs it appeared…

In the cards and at the bend in th… we never saw you in the womb and in the crossfire in the numbers whatever you had your hand in

My friends without shields walk on… It is late the windows are breakin… My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief moves among them as a fire a…

The friends have gone home far up… of that river into whose estuary the man from England sailed in his… in time to catch sight of the late… furring in black the remotest edge…

When you go away the wind clicks a… The painters work all day but at s… Showing the black walls The clock goes back to striking th… That has no place in the years

At the last minute a word is waiti… not heard that way before and not… repeated or ever be remembered one that always had been a househo… used in speaking of the ordinary