furia, neagră ca un cârlig mă depășește. în fiecare zi, fiecare nazist ia la 8:00 dimineața un copil și îl rumenește pentru micul dejun în

Ero la ragazza della catena di S. Antonio, la ragazza tutta discorsi di bare e serrature, quella delle bollette del telefono, la foto sgualcita e

For my Mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my Father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by

No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and legs made of Limoges, lips like Vin Du

She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies. She