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I have consumed the last of youth With open arms, with opened words Will ever I not grieve for exile, lost love? That I could have dr..

I have lit the cherished candles Over an over again for married friends To make the evening shine Of our year-signature, that time We ..

How many deaths the poet faced Mirror to burned stories, wrapped-up loves Loves that left the home of the deceased On tiptoes walked ..

I should have thought disgrace and fall Would have been familiar in this The lilac and shift, of mornings obscure Diamond choirs of my se..

This is the only life I'll live One reassurance let me give: That I love at every opportunity A star, a bank of reeds, the human sto..

I live impregnated with an intimacy for which I was not made, not deemed fit, not deserving of.

Looking for the root of wings I flew like a forehead Into the mind of a generation Over the whirlwind words Of what the world-soul on..

I throw myself here at your feet, humble For a moment my dark face against the blue earth Must ponder what it means to speak to centuries..

I have elongated nostrils For spring, her Factory of Flowers Trying to breathe the newness Into me like certain floors A varied w..

He stood for a minute alone On the balcony, head turned up to morning Needing a miracle for breakfast The sky gave him a flicker of s..