which consecrate blood
I live with the images
and draw power from them
I shout at the thunderbolt
with unmerciful voice
love is not easily cultivated
seldom ripens for a lifetime
I do not choose words
for lovers to struggle with
I aim for a trajectory
of simple sincerity
from A Foreign Landscape (1984)
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