The park benches, of course, are ex-Nazis.They supported the ass of the SSwithout questioning; the old stamp “Juden Verboten”has been painted out.
absence is a margin of strongholds. I go out and I go out. Love is sequence and condition: one of the few winter nights
All night I float in the shallow ponds while the moon wanders
burning, bone white, among the milky stems.
Afterwards the cheerful birds still woke me—bands of crows blaring,
and the darling sparrows chirping for their lives. Somebody had died.
The three fates in dark skirts and starched shirtwaists bend over their work,