In These Times You Have to be Terribly Careful


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As a result of being confirmed
As unable to breathe or think
Confined in the dark, my friends
That is how I know I am dead –
Only occasionally is my heart now moved
By the plight of mortals and

The weight, of their mischievous mortality
They can’t reconcile themselves
To their condition, since their
lives are so full of change
They raise their heads clumsily
Like infants, only to live with a limp

Fearing the inevitable, I was once
Like light, adjusting myself
In the crypt of empty space
As a result of being, after the symphony
As unable to hear the empty music
Confined in the light, my friends

That is how I know I am yet alive –
I will take every occasion thus
To let my heart be moved
By the awkward wonders here,
And the stems of silence like levels
Of the hotel of flesh, where the carpet
Of my biology is somehow too soft.

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Look on that spiritual cheek


55

I no longer have any idols
Beauty has scattered
Desires have fled

My ascetic’s door has been taken
My prayers no longer have a sutra
My heart no longer has an object

I have forgotten the memory
Of god and the world
I no longer write a poetry of sweetness

Or care to sing of my afflictions
No heart is left in me except
The friend to all the worlds
That seeks to treat each equally.

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from The Happy Marriage


54

Days I remember of
Now in my heart
Days in the nude
Of the fondness of new love

Throbbing with the peace
Of ecstasy of windy grass
September days that shook
With the health of

Death that never was
Or Life that can only be
Days I remember of
An Eternity of the heart –

Waiting impatiently for victory
Of a life that stands still
Or moves sure at last of all things
As the things seen by moon or sun.

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