What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?
I watch you when you are alone,
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Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins
I met my love under an orange tree
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No one's despair is like my despair--
You have no place in this garden
thinking such things, producing
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Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Weeping in the dark garage
With your sack of garbage: it is not your job
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In the end, I made myself
Known to your wife as
A god would, in her own house, in
Ithaca, a voice
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The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
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There is always something to be made of pain.
Your mother knits.
She turns out scarves in every shade of red.
They were for Christmas, and they kept you warm
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You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought to know
I'm never weeding, on my knees, pulling
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In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
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