Did you ever stand at The river’s edge My love, and...
Catastrophe made her hungry Until she ate herself sick And drank...
Before my bed was made We could study case histories Of...
As if I were a gentle lady Captured by pirates of...
Of life You have given us the roots We need to...
Known are we Into such precarious pretense You, quivering a foretaste...
On lottery tickets and love Lady Luck is for the queen...
I would rather sleep in the desert Than under a willow...
And into the night Have you sensed my presence In uprooted...
He comes And goes He rarely throws Me only bits Of...