Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June's long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched [...]
The air breathes frost. A thin wind beats Old dust and papers down gray streets And blows brown leaves with curled‐up edges At frightened sparrows on window ledges. A snowflake falls like an errant feather: [...]
1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we’ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a [...]
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
There is something dense, united, settled in the depths, repeating its number, its identical sign. How it is noted that stones have touched time, in their refined matter there is an odor of age, of [...]
For some time I thought there was timeand that there would always be timefor what I had a mind to doand what I could imaginegoing back to and finding itas I had found it the [...]
