you are sweet as the water of a woman’s sweet riverthat showers with its flowing every beautiful night:sweet as the coffee flower whose breath is…
by pallid balladeers, by wounded boys in flamesby sad, downhearted kings or by modern guitars:how many lines of love have been declared away…
“good night little onedon’t open your eyes:it’s i, your unquiet, sick dad
loving a woman is to love indeed the wind The wind that dances on her own crystalline chordThe wind that takes your hand, that…
as free as crying soul enclosed deeply in a graveas free as wounded blood that runs away from veinsas free as infant’s cry fleeing the cradle’s…
i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wraththe lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing i do not sing struggle–revenge…
only i have bitten your lips
oh innocent word oh shady hairoh dark flower whose fragrant flapping wounds the skin of the souloh cold mouthlike…
on the tower of my sensesspring lays & singsevery note is a bosomevery trill a posy tossed upon the wind