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“In the world I am
Always a stranger
I do not understand its language
It does not understand my silence”
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Always a stranger
I do not understand its language
It does not understand my silence”
―
“the bouquet
Between me and the world
you are a bay, a sail
the faithful ends of a rope
you are a fountain, a wind,
a shrill childhood cry.
Between me and the world
you are a picture frame, a window
a field covered in wildflowers
you are a breath, a bed,
a night that keeps the stars company.
Between me and the world,
you are a calendar, a compass
a ray of light that slips through the gloom
you are a biographical sketch, a book mark
a preface that comes at the end.
between me and the world
you are a gauze curtain, a mist
a lamp shining in my dreams
you are a bamboo flute, a song without words
a closed eyelid carved in stone.
Between me and the world
you are a chasm, a pool
an abyss plunging down
you are a balustrade, a wall
a shield’s eternal pattern.”
―
Between me and the world
you are a bay, a sail
the faithful ends of a rope
you are a fountain, a wind,
a shrill childhood cry.
Between me and the world
you are a picture frame, a window
a field covered in wildflowers
you are a breath, a bed,
a night that keeps the stars company.
Between me and the world,
you are a calendar, a compass
a ray of light that slips through the gloom
you are a biographical sketch, a book mark
a preface that comes at the end.
between me and the world
you are a gauze curtain, a mist
a lamp shining in my dreams
you are a bamboo flute, a song without words
a closed eyelid carved in stone.
Between me and the world
you are a chasm, a pool
an abyss plunging down
you are a balustrade, a wall
a shield’s eternal pattern.”
―
“The landscape crossed out with a pen reappears here.”
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“eternity, that patience of the earth
simplifies our human sounds
one arctic-thin cry
from deep antiquity until now”
― At the Sky's Edge: Poems 1991-1996
simplifies our human sounds
one arctic-thin cry
from deep antiquity until now”
― At the Sky's Edge: Poems 1991-1996
“you take the poem's last line and
lock it center heart------it's your center of gravity”
― At the Sky's Edge: Poems 1991-1996
lock it center heart------it's your center of gravity”
― At the Sky's Edge: Poems 1991-1996
