“Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window the color is see in ripe plums? If she always sees backward and upside down without knowing it what chance do we have? I am haunted by the feeling that she is saying melting lords of death, avalanches, rivers and moments of passing through, And I am replying, "Yes, yes. Shoes and pudding.” IfsMomentsFeelingsChanceLordKnowingTreeMinesColorBedAngelRiversWindowGreenShoesPassingPassingsMeltingRipeUpside DownMe AlonePassing ThroughPuddingPlumsAvalanchesGreen TreesReplying Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.” IfsEndsLyingNightDarkWonderMorningQuietRiversBlueEveningDawnWakingTwilightGreyDuskDawn And Dusk Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge. Newness strutting around as if it were significant. Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry. I want to go back to that time after Michiko's death when I cried every day among the trees. To the real. To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive.” PeopleIfsWantGivingMadeRealRunningPainAliveTreeEverydaySignificantReal LifeIronyPretendingInchesCriedRhymeMagnitudeNewnessGaugesLove AgainNeatnessTime Running OutStrutting Book:The Great Fires: Poems, 1982-1992 Source: The Great Fires: Poems, 1982-1992
