“Women whom I can see
women in the water
please pick up my bones
in the wheat field
bones like a bouquet of catkins
and bring them home in a violin box.
Women whom I can see
clean women
women on the river
please reach into the wheat field.
When I am without hope
riding home on a bundle of wheat
please pick up my scattered bones
put them in the little maroon chest, and bring it home
like your rich dowry.”
“I sit at noon, pale as a bird in water
pale as an indoor carpenter
While I’m nailing a cross
on the door in my hometown
a bird on the opposite roof
is dying of age
Who says, in quiet water, I met this aged bird
Let me rest my feet in the stable
If not for bad timing
I’d remember I came from a better place
Let me rest my feet on a carpenter’s toolbox at twilight
or let my feet grow into white wood in the carpenter’s home
As a pigeon or the bird in water flies across my fiancée’s belly
the carpenter saws me open, turns me
into his son’s cradle.”
“Days in April the best days
Days in October the best days
even better than April
They are two horses pulling a cart
pulling me toward a hospital bed
and unfortunate sickness
A green cliff falls into a shepherd’s arms
Two horses
fly over the mountain
Two horses
one white and one red
snow cumulus and maple leaves
are like two sisters
are like flowers
of two sicknesses.”
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