— “And where does the shoulder end, the breast begin?”
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Make me a poem, make it warm for winter.
Dark ocean, give us sail.
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May it be cheap to live in—the soul.
Let’s inhabit the mind for a long, short time.
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Just so.
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Here in our heavenly quarters:
Spinoza—most secret thoughts.
Love. Black sky.
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Like a falling leaf
The boy in me
How to take him with me
As the years advance?
Finnish poet Paavo Haavikko:
I hear a happy tale, it makes me sad:
no-one will remember me for long.
The boy-blind…
He was never “in” time
Like those oaks you see
In certain forests
Still green
Though there’s more of darkness
And we’re long into December.
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Marvin Bell:
“Dead man’s music is nighttime, call it earthly, call it planetary.”
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Difficult keeping a journal with silly phenomenological crayons…
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I come too seldom down to the water.
The neighboring lake.
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When a horse passes me
I feel his mystery.
Evening sky.
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One Day (A Micro Disability Memoir)
He sees at last infirmity is a trick.
something achieved with string,
a game played best on the floor—
puzzle, wish, fear, and ache
are what a magician is for.
Its raining as always
but he has a stick
and he waves it at the orient wind.
Planet of the Blind 