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Archive for November, 2007

Sally’s Hair It’s like living in a light bulb, with the leaves Like filaments and the sky a shell of thin, transparent glass Enclosing the late heaven of a summer day, a canopy Of incandescent blue above the dappled sunlight golden on the grass. I took the train back from Poughkeepsie to New York And [...]

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A Robe of White Roses The red window open upon her beauty, Do I conceive love thus? Crimes of tears at the blood-painted stones, Olive trees, in a horrible old age, become younger. And my weapons are the color of marble Which, by the length of a whole world, Overtakes the forgotten street Where my [...]

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Kaddish, Part I Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph the rhythm the rhythm–and [...]

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Come Up From the Fields Father Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate [...]

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What is this? I find my body passing through the luxuries of another’s order. The stale or crisp ins and out of small things kept in windexed glass boxes, resembling the miniature angles and tracks of the past, leaping out only through my own revving up of their engines. I watch them glitter and swirl [...]

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Of Hands and Moons From nothing that cheats and twists To nothing of me that falls asleep Of me that falls asleep, the tidying of pain Folded in the shadow of my fear; is it here that I dream of the dead? A hand in the sunset from which I fall asleep From which I [...]

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Mirabeau Bridge Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away And lovers Must I be reminded Joy came always after pain The night is a clock chiming The days go by not I We’re face to face and hand in hand While under the bridges Of embrace expire Eternal tired tidal eyes The night is a [...]

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The Aloneness in which I have anchored myself for the last twenty years must not become an exception, a “vacation” which, adducing many justifications, I would have to beg from a supervising happiness. I must live in it without any boundaries. It has to remain this ground of consciousness, to which I can always return, [...]

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Artist, do not believe that your test lies in the work. You are not what you pretend to be, and what this or that one, not knowing any better, may take you for, until the work has become your very nature to such an extent that you cannot do otherwise than prove yourself in it. [...]

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All these refusals, do not forget it, my love, have to do with your power. If I were free, if my heart were not bound like a star into the relationships of the irrefutable spirit, then every word, from which rebellion in formed here, denial, complaint – would be Your fame, crossing over to You, [...]

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