The dock of the bay...
Taking the leap
Fabulous things, stars.
When I was a child, I suffered from insomnia.
Summer nights, my parents permitted me to sit by the lake;
I took the dog for company.
Did I say "suffered"? That was my parents' way of explaining
tastes that seemed to them
inexplicable: better "suffered" than "preferred to live with the dog."
Darkness. Silence that annulled mortality.
The tethered boats rising and falling.
When the moon was full, I could sometimes read the girls' names
painted to the sides of the boats:
Ruth Ann, Sweet Izzy, Peggy My Darling-
They were going nowhere, those girls.
There was nothing to be learned from them.
I spread my jacket in the damp sand,
the dog curled up beside me.
My parents couldn't see the lift: in my head;
when I wrote it down, they fixed the spelling.
Sounds of the lake. The soothing, inhuman
sounds of water lapping the dock, the dog scuffling somewhere
in the weeds...
Louise Glück
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November road...
Closing my eyes...
I do escape from the wrong that angers me
looking for the well I need.
More than the hardships I have
my hopes do hurt me.
Tempests of desires
against the walls of dawn
break their waves.
Tumults that rise blind me.
Nest in the sea. Cradle floating.
The flower that fights in the water
sustains me in the deep sea
And throws me out of the sea.
I close my eyes and I look
the inner time that sings...
Manuel Altolaguirre
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On a hillside...
Then down a little way…
Then down a little way
through the trash
towards where
all dark no begging
no giving no words
no sense no need
through the scum
down a little way
to whence on glimpse
of that wellhead...
Samuel Beckett
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