Now I let it fall back in the grasses. I hear you. I know this life is hard now. I know your days are precious on this earth. But what are you trying to be free of? The living? The miraculous task of it? Love is for the ones who love the work.
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Tonight, as you walk out into the stars, or the forest, or the city, look up as you must have looked before love came, before love went, before ash was ash. Look at them: the city’s mists, the winters. And the moon’s glass you must have held once in beginning. That new moon…
4 tygodnie temu
elegy for a horse, 1997 I used to brush your hair when we were young together. Now I find a last strand in the planter and walk out and give it to the wind again. We can’t save the dead but we can free them.
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