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This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons
You, going along the path, mosquito-doped, with no moon, the… a single orange eye unable to see what is beyond the capsule of your dim
He was the sort of man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. He was not my patron.
There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become
In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run
He would like not to kill. He wou… what he imagines other men have, instead of this red compulsion. Wh… fail him and die badly? He would l… finger by finger and with great te…
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but
Living backwards means only I must suffer everything twice. Those picnics were already loss: with the dragonflies and the clear… What good did it do me to know
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what time of year we should make the journey
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string while he measured, boar… distances between things, or pound…
i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,
Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got there,
i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction