a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convincedthat even the smallest particle of the surrounding world wascharged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, andone would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by thehigh, melodious singing of countless birds;…
and was afraid,not of the labyrinththat I have made of love and selfbut of the dark and faraway.I walked, hearing the wind in the trees,feeling the cold against my skin,but what I dwelled onwere the stars blazingin the immense arc of sky.Jessica, it is so much easierto think of our lives,as we move under the…
It was clear when I left the partyThat though I was over eighty I still hadA beautiful body. The moon shone down as it willOn moments of deep introspection. The wind held its breath.And look, somebody left a mirror leaning against a tree.Making sure that I was alone, I took off my shirt.The flowers of…
under a large gilt-framed mirrorthat tilted slightly forwardover the fireplace.We were drinking whiskeyand some of us, feeling no pain,were trying to decidewhat precise shade of yellowthe setting sun turned our drinks.I closed my eyes briefly,then looked up into the mirror:a woman in a green dress leanedagainst the far wall.She seemed distracted,the fingers of one handfidgeted…
that I stand on one leg while the other one dreams,that this is the only way,that the lies I tell them are differentfrom the lies I tell myself,that by being both here and beyondI am becoming a horizon,that as the sun rises and sets I know my place,that breath is what saves me,that even the…
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it downNo longer appear, not every man…
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,sending up warm bouquets of air.Even this late the bones of the body shineand tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
the coming of heat, the mind has all the time in the world.You take my arm and say something will happen,something unusual for which we were always prepared,like the sun arriving after a day in Asia,like the moon departing after a night with us.
