Looking to the sea, it is a line
of unbroken mountains.
It is the sky.
...
For love-I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.
...
My love's manners in bed
are not to be discussed by me,
as mine by her
I would not credit comment upon gracefully.
...
What, younger, felt
was possible, now knows
is not - but still
not changed enough -
...
As I was walking
I came upon
chance walking
the same road upon.
...
I had wanted a quiet testament
and I had wanted, among other things,
a song.
That was to be
...
What I took in my hand
grew in weight. You must
understand it
was not obscene.
...
1)
Sleeping birds, lead me,
soft birds, be me
...