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from L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Cima Quattro il 23 dicembre 1915 Un’intera nottata buttato vicino a un compagno massacrato con la sua bocca digrignata volta al plenilunio conla congestion delle sue mani penetrate nel mio...

I awake To a wall of expectations, Both personal and superimposed, Anxiously waiting in line for resolution Clamoring to be jettisoned. Today must be for everything, So I`m told, or I`m telling myself, A monumental traverse,...

Day begins, a hymn from the pipe organ trees — slow, steady — a rumbling undertow freight train approaching — murmuring with excitement and dazzle-light, leaf-shaking birds. There’s no word for this — this opposite of star-burst...

Just when I think I know something, I find out we don’t. Not by a long-shot. Every concept I thought I knew is wrong; every word ever constructed contains the injury of possible wrongness; every reality covers another reality...

I’ve never seen the world twice the same. I do not have to sail into the horizon to see the end of one day or the beginning of another to see the world twice, differently. We do not have to travel so far we forget the way to use...

Does the hawk mind Flying alone Wondering Will they wait At the nest or fly on Without him? Even as he flies He cries. Silently so as to fool. His wings Pull him. Clouds his only company. He’s higher now but Not less worried....

1. I have a tendency to try to fix whatever is beyond repair whether it is a broken heart or forgotten promise or the brown patch in meadow grass or the gouge a river makes changing patterns and shapes like a body getting older...