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Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards. ↗
if i or anybody don't know where it her his my next meal's coming from i say to hell with that that doesn't matter (and if he she it or everybody gets a bellyful without lifting my finger i say to hell with that i say that doesn't matter) but if somebody or you are beautiful or deep or generous what i say is whistle that sing that yell that spell that out big (bigger than cosmic rays w ar earthquakes famine or the ex prince of whoses diving into a whatses to rescue miss nobody's probably handbag) because i say that's not swell (get me) babe not (understand me) lousy kid that's something else my sweet (i feel that's true) ↗
Sleeping Wrestler You are a murderer No you are not, but really a wrestler Either way it's just the same For from the ring of your entangled body Clean as leather, lustful as a lily Will nail me down On your stout neck like a column, like a pillar of tendons The thoughtful forehead (In fact, it's thinking nothing) When the forehead slowly moves and closes the heavy eyelids Inside, a dark forest awakens A forest of red parrots Seven almonds and grape leaves At the end of the forest a vine Covers the house where two boys Lie in each others arms: I'm one of them, you the other In the house, melancholy and terrible anxiety Outside the keyhole, a sunset Dyed with the blood of the beautiful bullfighter Escamillo Scorched by the sunset, headlong, headfirst Falling, falling, a gymnast If you're going to open your eyes, nows the time, wrestler ↗
Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum nicht jede wächst zur Frucht sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum durch Blau und Wolkenflucht. Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf hundert an jedem Tag -- lass' blühen, lass' dem Ding den Lauf frag' nicht nach dem Ertrag! Es muss auch Spiel und Unschuld sein und Blütenüberfluss sonst wär' die Welt uns viel zu klein und Leben kein Genuss. ↗
Friend who has fired the kingfishers and flamed the dragonflies – they catch your light however they move and beam it out of their eyes. ↗
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