Words spill from your mouth in waves, your lips taste like the sea, The dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleepīecomes you): and you fall from the sky with several flowers, You are my right, have come to be my night (your body takes on No snow (I dreamed the snow was you, when there was snow), In the meadow sky, the snow still arrivingįrom its earthwards journeys, here where there is Which is where you occur in grassy moonlight:Īnd you are a lily, an aster, white trillium or viburnum, (late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind), Of some spring, the waters as cool and clear You are a concordance of person, number, voice,Īnd place, strawberries spread through your nameĪs if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me Set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost If I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been You, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine: You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
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