Crab

Lovely is your geological form,
like a military tank,
earthenware hued,
impenetrable shell

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Nightingale

A night bird
I never was …
neither a barn owl, nor a nightjar.

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Amanuensis

A plain scribe am I!
From inside a sort of command
bids me write.

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Gymnasion

My exercise is to handle the strata
of thoughts and sayings
uttered before me,
of emotions felt before my time

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Tedium

Lord!
Overnight
by inner explosion
the rose
caught fire.

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Our Lady of Damascus

I saw old silver
aflame
in the light of altar lamps,
not knowing from the slant of your eyes

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Immortality

In my keel, Lord,
insert your graft
from which branches will sprout

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Transfiguration

When in the conch of my ear
lean memories gallop over me
like the ocean shuffling
on a distant shore

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Caravan

In a caravan drive me
laden with riches
meandering of a caravan
under the blue stars

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