As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your ow
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining hersel
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.
And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
Marveling he stands on the cathedral's
steep ascent, close to the rose window,
as though frightene
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffus
She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we h
Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great
hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know wha
She lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,
And bound them round the withering old man,
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its so
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what
invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push,
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in
Behind the blameless trees
old fate slowly builds
her mute countenance.
Wrinkles grow there . . .
Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind i
I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no o
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
Long before our time they called her old,
But she'd walk down the same road every day.
Her age bec
My room and this distance,
awake upon the darkening land,
are one. I am a string
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe,