09 April 2014

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2362
Give me the fetter,
The sensual tie to the rest of myself
That touches what's untouched.
Give me the finitude of a self,
That prisons an abyss
To walk about its edge.
I am too young to know
How the world changes every day,
And the creatures in it, pass away.

2361


26 March 2014

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2354
The brief islands of snow in the sun
Make an abstract and chronicle
Of a daily hour's finality
In the nature of things,
As if a breath exhaled.

14 February 2014

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2331
On Mars it is burning
In a fire of winter this year,
Uncumbered by the warmth of a sun
Though it glaze the sky with light.
An air as dry as ice,
As chill as lost affection
Touched us;
It seemed another world.