Morning custom:
keep with dream-prayers,
whisper, look into the lake.
Hold fast, don’t be troubled,
sadness waits in the library.
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When Easter comes
a quiet sorrow
wakes in the leaves
sun enters the branches.
I go to my secret garden
dig up my flute.
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Meeting the only people
who are colder today
than yesterday…
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poems provide,
preachers take
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Come in and go over:
Night’s rain…
Such a young face
and the sufferings of old age…
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green
night sky
black clouds
flock
toward dawn
rising
on light wings
and the ocean, the ocean…
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night sounds
rain like hard footfalls
atrial meter buzzing
child dreaming
laughing in sleep
best moment of day
Planet of the Blind 