Michael Ardizzone Poems
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All of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth I'll take for any that can be.
I'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
and dedicate myself to a strand of your hair.
my strength, it will take all of time to recount,
how your strength do I see as my strength's font
And in this death we two will bonded forever be
because, unlike you, i've lost all of me.
The sun stabs through the window;
its jealously, a terrific sign for me-
the air is full of her when I awake;
the broadness of the world seems
a quaint question of accompaniment
soon solved in our meeting.
When she's indoors the sun rages
for I have her to myself