…how abstract thy harvest rose doth fall, consigned to the flames of woe in sweet modesty…
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul. [...]
I A lamasery with hanging gardens. Battle pictures. Thoughts stand unmoving like the mosaic tiles in the palace yard. Up along the slopes under the sun – the goats were grazing on fire. On the balcony standing in a cage of sunbeams – like a rainbow. Humming in the mist. There, a fishing-boat out far [...]
Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles for me, only a wound that love had opened. I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth or the blood that [...]
