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When You Go
When you go, if you go, And I should want to die, there’s nothing I’d be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle I let the darkening room drink up the evening, till...
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Eroded
Eroded by the beamwind of your speech the gaudy chatter of the pseudo- experienced-my hundred- tongued perjury- poem, the noem Hollow- whirled. free the path through the men- shaped snow, the...
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Glottal Stop
Don’t sign your name between worlds, surmount the manifold of meanings, trust the tearstain, learn to live. – Paul Celan
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The Husband Sings to his Love
She appeared on my chest tattooed like age and pain. Like a soft flock of hills whose course returns with dawn, My beloved speaks with a love that barely holds the heart of the day and a barefoot...
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Mandorla
In the almond – what stands in the almond? The Nothing. In the almond stands Nothing. There it stands and stands. In the Nothing – who stands there? The King. There stands the King, the King. There he...
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Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought...
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Shelters
The air, the rock, the pendulum, the clarity of the night give news of the world no one knows how to read. Are they for them, nothing more? The day’s rumpled sheets wrap up a flash fenced in by used up...
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The Aspiration
The nonsense of sadness and its animals rummaging everywhere are truer than I. These words are truer than I. They are matter and not time, in their insides there’s a never-ending stone. The children of...
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Lice
If the rhythm of a poem brings wine and sways the shadows and mama, pick out the lice I brought home from school, papa, don’t take your belt off against me: what’s blowing in a corner is my love for...
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Caramba
death suffering from so many defects/see the glory of this day/the birds singing standoffish/the dogs’ decision they live their unforgiving outwardness/ no astral opposed in the evening with...
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