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My dog’s name was Satan.”Was” has nothing to do with his name—nothing happened to his name. And he wasn’t anything like his name. Devils are cruel:the cruel are sly and lie, but they aren’t smart. My dog was smart.I helped…
For one thing, hangmen separated us; for another, this rotten heart of mine played a trick on me.It isn’t in the cards that I’ll see you again.I knowas a young man you’ll be like a sheaf of wheat —tall, blond,…
Leaving a jumble of jagged mountains in the west, our train descended to the warm, humid plain. A pickup sweated past us on our right,the driver a dark plump woman in a green dress.A sailor sat on the burlap sacks…
My fellow patients, you’ll get well.The aches and pains will cease.Ease will come softly, like a warm summer evening descending from heavy green branches.My fellow patients,hold on a bit longer, hang on.What waits outside the door is not death but…
from Hungarian travel notesWhether at dawn or in the middle of the night, I’ve carried people news—of other people, the world, and my country, of trees, the birds and the beasts— in the bag of my heart.I’ve been a poet,…
How many times we’ve written poems together, how many times I’ve rested my tired head in its smoke-blue hands.I don’t think it will hurt me.But out of respect for your science and to make you happy, Lydia Ivanna, okay—I’ll give…
You are a field, I am the tractor.You are paper, I am the typewriter.My wife, mother of my son,you are a song— I am the guitar.I’m the warm, humid night the south wind brings— you are the woman walking by…
1. AWAKENINGYou woke up. Where are you? At home.You can’t get used to waking up in your own house.This is the kind of daze thirteen years of prison leaves you in.Who’s sleeping next to you?It’s not loneliness—it’s your wife. She’s…
Your hands grave like all stones,sad like all prison songs,clumsy and heavy like all beasts of burden,your hands sullen like hungry children’s faces. Your hands nimble and light like bees,full like breasts filled with milk,brave like nature,your hands hiding their…
It’s no crime to be Romeo or Juliet,it’s not a crime even to die for love;what counts is whether you can be a Romeo or Juliet—I mean, it’s all a matter of your heart.For instance, fighting at the barricades or…