Broad sun-stoned beaches. White heat. A green river. A bridge, scorched yellow palms from the summer-sleeping house drowsing through August. Days I have held, days I have lost, days that outgrow, like daughters, my harbouring arms.
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I live on the water, alone. Without wife and children, I have circled every possibility to come to this: a low house by grey water, with windows always open to the stale sea. We do not choose such things,…
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Things do not explode, they fail, they fade, as sunlight fades from the flesh, as the foam drains quick in the sand, even love’s lightning flash has no thunderous end, it dies with the sound of flowers fading like the flesh from sweating pumice stone, everything shapes this…
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The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome,…
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The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has moved…
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