the spangled aspect of things, the clench which will -- always be withme, laying too long in bed too much a half hour, the ocean madand white with spray on the beach -- always in myhead. when we walked on the marina in the salt-air I thought, this isa place I could live. the light… Continue reading poem: the sense of reading a Japanese novel.
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 