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Kapitel in diesem Buch
- Front Matter i
- Contents vii
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Lifestones
- We have forgot our gods 3
- Bach could hear the crickets 4
- Do we pulse so strange 5
- It occurred to me 6
- I am unlike nothing 7
- Somewhere beneath this dirt 8
- And we ought to consider 10
- All these gods that leak into the muscles 11
- The earth, the mountains move 12
- What else? 13
- What words there are 14
- But all in all 15
- What if what is to be has passed 16
- I am not a plotter of would’ves 17
- Where are the dead 18
- The moth floundered 20
- The ruined wall 21
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Local Transits
- Self Portrait 25
- I am not sure if I am no one 26
- Having thumbs 27
- Because everything 28
- I have sat upon café walls 29
- And what more can I give 30
- What a lush world 31
- Having shut the door on my extended facts 32
- I’ve hollowed out these lines 33
- And with these tools 34
- It is so. The devil … 35
- I have kept, today, to myself 36
- I know my death 37
- Let’s not bake bricks 38
- I would rather somewhere I never 39
- I am dark for — 40
- Even though I have done my best 41
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Atolls
- This morning in my posture’s stick 45
- Ode to Ghosts (7th cranial muscle) 46
- Icebergs 47
- I don’t understand how the father 48
- You might think it were made by the blackbirds 49
- Fragment (1-3) 50
- Fragment 4 51
- On a photograph of yr face 52
- I scoff and offend 53
- The quick orchids my hopes is 54
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Local Transits II
- Not the falling stars of headlights 57
- Easy to forget 58
- All these ordeals of hips 59
- Once my lover’d angel-tipped 60
- And what of it 61
- Not marble nor stained glass 62
- They are just phantoms 63
- The night may change us 65
Kapitel in diesem Buch
- Front Matter i
- Contents vii
-
Lifestones
- We have forgot our gods 3
- Bach could hear the crickets 4
- Do we pulse so strange 5
- It occurred to me 6
- I am unlike nothing 7
- Somewhere beneath this dirt 8
- And we ought to consider 10
- All these gods that leak into the muscles 11
- The earth, the mountains move 12
- What else? 13
- What words there are 14
- But all in all 15
- What if what is to be has passed 16
- I am not a plotter of would’ves 17
- Where are the dead 18
- The moth floundered 20
- The ruined wall 21
-
Local Transits
- Self Portrait 25
- I am not sure if I am no one 26
- Having thumbs 27
- Because everything 28
- I have sat upon café walls 29
- And what more can I give 30
- What a lush world 31
- Having shut the door on my extended facts 32
- I’ve hollowed out these lines 33
- And with these tools 34
- It is so. The devil … 35
- I have kept, today, to myself 36
- I know my death 37
- Let’s not bake bricks 38
- I would rather somewhere I never 39
- I am dark for — 40
- Even though I have done my best 41
-
Atolls
- This morning in my posture’s stick 45
- Ode to Ghosts (7th cranial muscle) 46
- Icebergs 47
- I don’t understand how the father 48
- You might think it were made by the blackbirds 49
- Fragment (1-3) 50
- Fragment 4 51
- On a photograph of yr face 52
- I scoff and offend 53
- The quick orchids my hopes is 54
-
Local Transits II
- Not the falling stars of headlights 57
- Easy to forget 58
- All these ordeals of hips 59
- Once my lover’d angel-tipped 60
- And what of it 61
- Not marble nor stained glass 62
- They are just phantoms 63
- The night may change us 65