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You see, I want a lot.
Maybe I want it all:
the darkness of each endless fall,
the shimmering light of each ascent.

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There Are No Gods

There are no gods, and you can please yourself
have a game of tennis, go out in the car, do some shopping,
sit and talk, talk, talk,
with a cigarette browning in your fingers.
There are no gods, and you can please yourself —
go and please yourself —

But leave me alone, leave me alone, to myself!
and then in the room, whose is that presence
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Three-personed Fate, who draw my thread
and measure out and cut its length,
passing along from hand to hand
I rest assured in their strength.

I know you as Persephone
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The Necessity

From love one takes
petal to rock and blesséd
away towards
descend,

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The Panther

In the Jardin des Plantes, Paris

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

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Love Poem

Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigid as mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.

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The Women of Dan Dance with
Swords in their Hands to Mark the
Time When They Were Warriors

I did not fall from the sky
I
nor descend like a plague of locusts
to drink color and strength from the earth
and I do not come like rain
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Piecing Together The Moon

It is like trying to hold back
the cosmic explosion
that makes or destroys a world.

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Portrait du poète Guillaume Apollinaire, 1903
by Maurice de Vlaminck

I thought it would be fun to present a counter-attack to the idea in my last essay that poems have a definite form they are trying to attain, based on the poetry of French poet Guillaume Apollinaire (1860-1918).

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The Willow

And a decrepit bunch of trees.
Pushkin

I grew up where all was patterned and silent,
In the cool nursery of the age, itself young;
I didn’t like human words, spoken or sung,
But I understood what the wind meant.
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