Şiir, Sadece

This that recedes will come near to us on the other side of the day. Autumn: a single leaf eaten by light: and the green gaze of green upon ...

Grappled flesh of the fully other and one. And each thing here, as if it were the last thing to be said: the sound of a word married to deat...

No one here, and the body says: whatever is said is not to be said. But no one is a body as well, and what the body says is heard by no one ...

I. Roots writhe with the worm - the sift Of the clock cohabits the sparrow's heart. Between branch and spire - the word Belittles its ne...

some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but jezus; twelve poems gone and I...