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A Reason

Each gesture is a common one, a black dog, crying, a man, crying. All alike, people or things grow fixed with what happens to them. I throw a stone. It hits the wall, it hits a dog, it hits a child—…

4 tygodnie temu

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The Rain

All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain. What am I to myself that must be remembered, insisted upon so often? Is it that never the ease, even the hardness, of rain falling will have for me…

4 tygodnie temu

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Fire

Clear smoke, a fire in the far off haze of summer, burning somewhere. What is a lonely heart for if not for itself alone. Do the questions answer themselves, all wonder brought to a reckoning? When you are done, I am done, then it seems that one by one…

4 tygodnie temu

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I Know A Man

As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking,—John, I sd, which was not his name, the darkness sur- rounds us, what can we do against it, or else, shall we & why not, buy a goddamn big car, drive, he sd, for christ’s sake, look out where yr going.

4 tygodnie temu

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Place to Be

Days the weather sits in the endless sky, the clouds drifting by. The winter’s snow, summer’s heat, same street. Nothing changes but the faces, the people, all the things they do ‘spite of heaven and hell or city hall— Nothing’s wiser than a moment.…

4 tygodnie temu

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Love Comes Quietly

Love comes quietly, finally, drops about me, on me, in the old ways. What did I know thinking myself able to go alone all the way.

4 tygodnie temu

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Kwiat

Prawdopodobnie hoduję napięcia jak kwiaty w lesie gdzie nie przychodzi nikt. Każda rana jest doskonałością, zawarta w drobnym nieuchwytnym rozkwitaniu które zadaje ból. Ból jest kwiatem, takim jak tamten, jak ten, jak tamten, jak ten.

4 tygodnie temu

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The Flower

I think I grow tensions like flowers in a wood where nobody goes. Each wound is perfect, encloses itself in a tiny imperceptible blossom, making pain. Pain is a flower like that one, like this one, like that one, like this one.

4 tygodnie temu

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