How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.
Jack Gilbert
The blue river is grey at morningand evening. There is twilightat dawn and dusk. I lie in the darkwondering if this quiet in me nowis a beginning or an end.
life death dawn end beginning quiet lie river blue evening
We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.
happiness
language
Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd yellowA terrible amber. In the cold streetsYour warm body. In whatever roomYour warm body. Among all the peopleYour absenceThe people who are alwaysNot you.I have been easy with treesToo long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. NowSuddenlyThis rain.
sadness loneliness rain alone defeat lonely
DuendeI can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bedwith that many women. The truth is I can't even rememberher face. I kind of know how strongher thighs were, and her beauty. But what I won't forgetis the way she tore openthe barbecued chicken with her hands, and wiped the grease on her breasts.
sex
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