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“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.”

Because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok— I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

On a dark and cloudy day I wandered in the woods away. To Think my Thoughts alone. The snow began to softly fall. A magic mist hung over all And seeds of dreams were sown. I caught a Flake in…

I thought that I could not be hurt; I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony. My world was warm with April sun my thoughts were spangled green and gold; my soul filled…

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no further.

“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness…

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. I think I made you up inside my head.

But this picky girl On a ceremonial walk in April With his last suitor Was suddenly struck, intolerably, By the irregular hubbub of the birds And through the disorder of the leaves Afflicted by this tumult, she Saw her lover’s…

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must cover Canada. A little light is filtering from the water flowers. Their leaves do not wish us to hurry: They…