Ay, age seven
Ay, the magnanimous moment of departure
Whatever happened after you,
happened in a mesh of insanity and ignorance.
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The crow that flew over us and sank-
in the confusion of a vagabond cloud;
The crow that swiftly crossed-
the extent of the sphere-
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I am sending-
my warmest greetings to the sun,
and to the tender rivers that streamed in my veins,
and to the raining clouds that forever carried- my endless
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The birds said:
“What a bright day, what a fresh air!
Spring has arrived.
I must look for my mate.”
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I want you, yet I know that never
can I embrace you to my heart's content.
you are that clear and bright sky.
I, in this corner of the cage, am a captive bird.
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My entire verve-
is a dark verse.
It will take you-
to the unending dawn of blooms,
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Now, again in the silent night,
sequestrant walls, border walls
like plants entwine,
so they may be the guardians of my love.
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My beloved,
with his bare bold body-
rose over his legs,
fearless like death.
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Nobody cares for flowers.
Nobody cares for birds.
Nobody wants to believe that Little Garden is dying,
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