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in Okinawa, i sat on a punting,with an old man, he rowed us,as far as his eyes could see,two blue mountains and a cloudhe tied the boat to a tree,his ..
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you bought a bag of clothes,a whistle, slightly out of key,telling me to start undressing,before the half-seeing mirror,the angel on the bureau, that ..
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a poem about a woman, abandoned with child by her lover, confiding to her friend
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over you, over my kneeslove is the rod that prods and beatsthe heart to caress the hands,to caress the notes from a maple branch,you are the only clef..
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out of the red temple square,louder than the plated, ancestral gongsbeyond your reach, a clasped prayer,between my breath and lips,is hurrying my sand..
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all around me, clockson brownstones and monumentsa phalanx of horses,around Rizal and Bonifacio,beyond, the mutiny of grass-flowersover walls, over gr..
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child's scrawl between blue lines,a rainbow hovers before the rainthe moon and sun on the same sky,skeletons of stars on yellow paper,i see what becam..
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dust-fields, the wake of hooves,of horns on fallow ground, weedsand thistles up my neck, i thirstfor the bottom of water-barrels,under the straw-huts,..
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a tapestry, tenterhookedto a gilt-frame, you hold me,squarely, with Egyptian eyes,i could feel my blood,become the Nile, a delugelapping its broken sh..
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the dark, growing eyes,waking from cavernous sleep,it feels its way to me,a wayfarer, i have harnessed storms,spun tornadoes from my palms,and whisper..
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