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The unexamined life
a question sore as a scar
would go to a good grave
not send a letter to hope
here lies the moon
great as a clock
telling pretty stories
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The big question
the child’s question
was very angry
and began to talk openly of my guts
a cunning blubber
who let this complaint and I be friends
wakened by extraordinary weather
How to resist
no laws will save us
the old simple manner that used to do
being gone
danger is an instrument
made of questions
I must be at home with hope
question w/o an answer.
what are you living for?
a question that i have heard too many times to count
how do i answer a question that has no answer
it's what i would have said if you had asked me just 4 months ago.
but just when i was ready to jump
ready to do something i couldn't undo,
i heard the most beautiful noise i had ever heard
her voice
as soon as her voice echoed in my ear
suddenly everything was clear.
it's all uphill from here.
The Hens
The night was coming very fast;
It reached the gate as I ran past.
The pigeons had gone to the tower of the church
And all the hens were on their perch,
Up in the barn, and I thought I heard
A piece of a little purring word.
I stopped inside, waiting and staying,
To try to hear what the hens were saying.
They were asking something, that was plain,
Asking it over and over again.
One of them moved and turned around,
Her feathers made a ruffled sound,
A ruffled sound, like a bushful of birds,
And she said her little asking words.
She pushed her head close into her wing,
But nothing answered anything.
Sea-Wash
The sea-wash never ends.
The sea-wash repeats, repeats.
Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows?
Only the old strong songs?
Is that all?
The sea-wash repeats, repeats.
A Sphinx
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never
let out a whisper.
Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you
answered with grey eyes never blinking, shut lips
never talking.
Not one croak of anything you know has come from your
cat crouch of ages.
I am one of those who know all you know and I keep my
questions : I know the answers you hold.