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Conversations (IX) — to duende (via Lorca)

Conversations (IX) — to duende (via Lorca)

The bed of the earth extends to the ends
Of sheet-swept seas.The reasonings

Of mountains the resting place
For flocks of wishes in the empty trees,

The hollowness of hope their strength
To rise for nights of countless flight.

A rolling vessel rested in a calm, went on
Along the pale compass of your wrist.

It was never lie or lay.
There was never one direction.

Dark Reactions

Dark Reactions

In the night the unseen stretches out.
Grass growing just before dawn.

I think I see the moon in my window
but it is the ceiling lamp’s reflection.

At lights out, the windowframe relaxes.
We spread downhill, and into the air a giant

centimeter. The real moon shakes hands
with every cloud. Even without eyes it

does not miss a single one. When morning
light crawls down from the treetops

and you are out with the dogs the grass
cannot believe how much you have grown.

Nothing gets done by paying attention.

Midwinter Dream Fragments

Midwinter Dream Fragments

 

A silent movie walks into a bar.
Far off to the east  fragments of cloud

hover in the foreground, closing credits. The clear blue sky
revolves behind them like a child’s picture lamp

before it catches on fire. But the sky does not move.

Only the clouds are moving, their vacancy signs
flashing as they pass the moon.

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You sleep beneath a quilt of moonlight.
As I cut off the lamp across the room

and walk into darkness the heavenly
body brightens. There is just enough

room for me, pushing aside a dog
or two, to press against you, fall in

to the rhythm of your breathing,
our dreams mountains on the moon