Open those eyes … the ones that were born in your own skull. —Hsu Yun
I sniffed the lily—
such perfume!—
too closely
and now I wear
its stain.
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Jupiter and Venus
almost touch in the west—
O rising thrill
to see two objects so far
so near.
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I took my heart
for a ski today—
one look
at that diamond field
and it let fall all its clothes.
*
It is no lovelier
the scent of the lily,
up close
or across
the room.
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See these scars
on my heart, these new bruises,
it’s not that I have been
unlucky at love, it’s that
I love.