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no an old man’s cold love
no an old man’s cold lovewritten to warm the furrow of a fertile maidit always failsit’s undesiredinstead let me writewhat ophelia read from hamlet’s letter write doubt that the stars are fires doubt that the sun moves doubt the truth claiming liars but never doubt that i love young hamlet had a talent to speak Continue reading
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a prince and the son of a nobleman
a prince and the son of a noblemanone for six french swordsand one for six barbary horseswielded foils in their gauntletsfor the copper blondedaughter of the house of fugger wielda goose feathernightly dip the quill in the inkwellbetween the folds in the parchment writethe east shinesand radiant are theseas and the continents thatso briefly face Continue reading
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fold three folds in a sheet of
fold three folds in a sheet ofparchment on the table in your chamberlike a chambermaid folds a bedsheetlengthwise in the middleand in both middles between the middleand the edges to the left and to the rightin the eveningbefore your day’s last thought comes and goes to sleep with you foldthe page like a servant girl Continue reading
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build a house to nora
build a house to noracall it a temple she’ll becomeinannaishtaraphroditemagdeleneput her hand in the hand of the shepherdin the hand of the groomin the hand of the priest to the temple Continue reading
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be emkindu
be emkindube cainbe the farmer whose offering is declinedoffer tammuzoffer ableoffer the shepherd of antwerphis meadow is the altarhis lambs are the sacrifice Continue reading
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let a lesser habsburg softened
let a lesser habsburg softened by the memory of nora’s beauty sighlose sleep daydream bankwith an absent mind lose fortunesgive him that stallion raisedin your father’s stablethat one you rodeinto wittenberg let him saddleride to the low countries to searchto find nora to be soft eyedto a faster meltingsoft voiced into a liquidlet him be Continue reading
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on the warm days of summers past
on the warm days of summers pastand on the warm days in the hope for many summers to comemy crutch is leftin my chamber and i strollalmost old to market square to buy a pound of wheatnow on this cold and winter day i agemy bones ache and the meetings of my bones paini lean Continue reading
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blame the man in the moon
blame the man in the moonwith your finger flippages and turn the days of the calendar whilehe prepares to bury his face inthe dessau you don’t seeyou can’t see jerusalemyou can’t see what you pray to or whohis thumb with his pointer he peelsthe eyelid back from the crack of dawn Continue reading
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