…how abstract thy harvest rose doth fall, consigned to the flames of woe in sweet modesty…
Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch. It’s a transitional place, in stalemate, neither country nor city. Construction cranes on the horizon want to take the big leap, but the clocks are against it. Concrete piping scattered around laps at the light with cold tongues. Auto-body shops occupy old barns. [...]
Once there was a shock that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail. It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy. It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires. One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn [...]
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 [...]
