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dungeonmarm!

You visit me inside the apple.
Together we can hear the knife
paring around and around us, carefully,
so the peel won't tear.

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lunesque

On the day I left, spring broke out
to fulfill the saying: Darkness, darkness.
We had dinner together. They spread a white tablecloth
for the sake of serenity.

finch!

Too many oaths
on the Bible, too many highways, too few
ways where we can truly go: each to his destiny.

azuire!

I gave you a watch instead of
a wedding ring: good round time,
the ripest fruit
of sleeplessness and forever.

ariestess

The sun doesn't come back.
Both of us are illusions.

destinyislands

Then someone called her suddenly from above,
twice.
The way you call a little girl from playing
in the yard.

annchi

And in the great silence before dark
an airplane crosses the sky
and descends at the edge of the west with a gurgle
like good wine in the throat.

rroselavy

when nothing happened except for a great hope and his music
and my loving a girl in a quiet room in Jerusalem

lady_krysis

But in the white fist of his brain
he holds the black seeds of his happy childhood.
When he reaches the beloved, bone-dry land--
he will sow.

littlebutfierce

(In Gevaram, in a wooden shack, I once saw
books by Buber and Rilke on the shelf
and prints of Van Gogh and Modigliani.
It was on the eve of deadly battles.)

kirathaune

In the northern countries they say, Most of the leaves
are still on the trees. But here we say,
Most of the words are still on the people.
Our fall season makes other things fall.

in_lighter_ink

They've made me commander of the dead
on the Mount of Olives.
I always lose, even
in victory.

starry_starrrz

The sun thought that Jerusalem was a sea
and set in her: a terrible mistake.
Sky fish were caught in a net of alleys,
tearing one another to pieces.

argylepiratewd

The sea and the shore are always next to each other.
Both want to learn to speak, to learn to say
one word only.

firecat

with a wind that is place, and God
remains down here like a man who thinks
he's forgotten something, and will stick around
until he remembers.

galfridian

An old man cries out with a gaping mouth
about the loss of land and flesh, and his young grandson
puts his head down on the old man's knees
and doesn't understand.

trippy41

That was a chance to be close to one another,
to change everything, together
to start a new world.

muir_wolf

Other people's memories cling to me
like dogs, drawn by the smell,
and I have to drive them away
with scolding and a stick.

jazzfic

With sharp giggles she gets even
for all the sadness,
and with quick little fallings-in-love,
like burps and hiccups of feeling.

snowynight

Angels looked like Torah scrolls in velvet dresses and petticoats
of white silk, with crowns and little silver bells, angels
fluttered around me and sniffed at my heart and cried ah! ah!

meroure

I will never forget you, girl of my final
window in front of the deserts that are
empty of windows, filled with war.

automaticdoor

Love with parting, like a record
with applause at the end of the music

aron_kristina

A sleepless night that gives others a headache
gave me flowers
opening beautifully inside my brain.

wishfulclicking

Later on,
she began to yawn
deliciously, she stretched like a cat

hoosierbitch

And they'll beat swords into plowshares and plowshares into swords,
and so on and so on, and back and forth.
Perhaps by being beaten thinner and thinner,
the iron of hatred will vanish, forever.

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