In Rome, on the street of that name, I was walking alone in the sun In the noonday heat, when I saw a house With shutters closed, the sight of which Pained me so much, I could have Been born there and left inconsolably.

The ochre walls, the battered old door I was tempted to push open and didn't, Knowing already the coolness of the entrance, The garden with a palm tree beyond, And the dark stairs on the left.

Shutters closed to cool shadowy rooms With impossibly high ceilings, And here ... read more

listen for her
she may rustle for you

she turned away

waiting for the stars
to bloom
will they bloom for her?
yet she keeps walking
"in her animal loveliness"

"stranger,
stranger
take away your riddle
give it away to a medical school
for I sicken,
my loss knocks"

by Anne Sexton, from "Beget"

"not gone
not yet
not gone yet
stil
still traces"