- At The Executed Murderer's Grave
Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all,
how can we do such a thing? How can it possibly be done?
--Freud
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- To A Blossoming Pear Tree
Beautiful natural blossoms,
Pure delicate body,
You stand without trembling.
Little mist of fallen starlight,
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- A Blessing
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
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- The Jewel
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
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- The Secret Of Light
I am sitting contented and alone in a little park near the Palazzo Scaligere in Verona, glimpsing the mists of early autumn as they shift and fade among the pines and city battlements on the hills above the river Adige.
The river has recovered from this morning's rainfall. It is now restoring to its shapely body its own secret light, a color of faintly cloudy green and pearl.
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