I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

Who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?

And the city stood in its brightness when years later I returned, My face covered with a coat though now no one was left Of those who could have remembered my …

And here I am walking the eternal earth. Tiny, leaning on a stick. I pass a volcanic park, lie down at a spring, Not knowing how to express what is always and …