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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 that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into one thing: [...] JUST after the downpour, in the early evening, late sunlight glinting off the raindrops sliding down the broad backs of the redbud leaves beside the porch, beyond the railing, each leaf bending and springing back and bending again beneath the dripping, between existences, ecstatic, the souls grow mischievous, they break ranks, swerve from [...] A HAPPY BIRTHDAY This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride this day down into night, to sit alone and smooth the unreadable [...] THE MAHOGANY TREE Christmas is here; Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Shelter’d about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom; Night birds are we; Here we carouse, Singing, like them, Perch’d round the stem Of the jolly [...] WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS The brief secrets are still here, and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down, weighted with what is [...] THE KINKS – WATERLOO SUNSET Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night? People so busy, make me feel dizzy, taxi light shines so bright But I don’t need no friends As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset, I am in paradise (Sha-la-la) Every day I look at the world [...] ODA A LA BICICLETA Iba por el camino crepitante: el sol se desgranaba como maíz ardiendo y era la tierra calurosa un infinito círculo con cielo arriba azul, deshabitado. Pasaron junto a mí las bicicletas, los únicos insectos de aquel minuto seco del verano, sigilosas, veloces, transparentes: me parecieron só lo movimientos del aire. [...] SUMMITS Mountains bloom in spring they shine in summer they burn in autumn but they belong to winter every day we travel farther and at evening we come to the same country mountains are waiting but is it for us all day the night was shining through them and many of the birds were theirs [...] |
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