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TO SELL

TO SELL In spring, I sell violets from lost gardens. In summer, paper roses asters of words. In autumn in the…

IX

IX I am a herdsman of flocks. The flock is my thoughts, and my thoughts are all sensations. I think with…

HARP

HARP Your body is a harp strings along a sound-board a resonator box plucked with fingers neck flats sharps in the…

LESSON

LESSON it’s so few words that I wring out of myself, as much as some chalk dust out of an eraser…

DAWN OF HOPE

DAWN OF HOPE The light of dawn erases the traces of the night. Relentlessly, time goes on flowing, although I wish…

EAGLE

EAGLE The ravens fly in swarms the eagle flies alone —Luchino Visconti So close to heaven flies the eagle lonely as…

HARVEST

HARVEST I’ll pass through other doors, when the light pushes me and the dew shines in the morning on rose petals…

AN EARRING LEFT IN MY HAND

AN EARRING LEFT IN MY HAND All the time I heard their whispering voice. But I didn’t mix it with my…

Search

SEARCH „I searched in your body for the garlands of thirst, for the path of pomegranates revived by the grey squirrels…

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