the houses are magnified
terrible women as far from their
loosened hair as thunder from its flash
go portioning out the sky's
mists here and there
the holes
lead death astray
at night
when I speak as if to stir up constellations
in the upper embers for a moment the face
is formed that God
would give me if he knew
how much earth in truth cost me
in desperation
in "it was destined" whispered variously at night
10
cypresses
centuries old like poems
during whose making I was disrealized.
III.
Come now
even if you're not liked
what counts is your course
against this society
against inhibiting idiocy
curly hair that gives off sparks
soon as you comb it
miracle
come forward my second and hidden
self it's time
poetry
you uttered with awe the words
that suit the situation
especially the beautiful and prohibited
