I am a Hotel

Bloom.

Cold.

A particular cup.

Monday morning.

Drawing the Line.

Lolo.

Sleep.

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in 
the icebox


and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast


Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


       - William Carlos Williams

Mutations

Autumn (Muzot, Autumn 1924)

O tall upreaching tree, shedding your leaves:

now it demands of you to be ready

for the immensity of open sky

breaking through your barren branches.

Laden with the summer's richness, you seemed

deep and dense with shadows, appearing to us

almost like a lofty and confiding head.

But now your branches are like many roads

that outline the heavens. And the heavens know us not.

A last resort: we can pretend like birds in flight

passing through this newly created openness,

but are denied the right to use this space

that only deals with worlds. Our senses

search like waves upon the shore for closeness

and have to be content to flutter like a flag

unfurled, placed in the open sky ---

But our hearts still ache for your lovely head's lost crown.

                                 - Rainer Maria Rilke

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