Barbara Guest Poems

On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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Once more riding down to Venice on borrowed horses,
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Cloud fields change into furniture
furniture metamorphizes into fields
an emphasis falls on reality.
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Sleep is 20
remembering the
insignificant flamenco dancer
in Granada
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That is why I am here
not among the ibises. Why
the permanent city parasol
covers even me.
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There we go in cars, did you guess we wore sandals?
Carrying the till, memorizing its numbers,
apt at the essential such as rearranging
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Y otras pasan; y viéndome tan triste,
toman un poquito de ti
en la abrupta arruga de mi hondo dolor.
Cesar Vellejo
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sound opens sound


shank of globe strings floating out
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Since I've decided to revolutionize my life
since
"
decided
"
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Grass grew long in the story.


Pieces clung to bedclothes. In the night he believed he grew taller.
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