«4 The blow muffled through years of / forgetting, of not knowing: / That blow reaches me now like the song of a / woman, or like horses neighing. Through an inert building, a song of passion and / the blow comes: / dulled by forgetfulness, by not knowing which is / a soundless thicket....»
«It crawls, the underground snake, / crawls, with its load of people. / And each one has his / newspaper, his skin / disease; a twitch of chewing; / newspaper caries. / Masticators of gum, / readers of newspapers. And who are the readers? old men? athletes? / soldiers? No face, no fe...»
«1 My desk, most loyal friend / thank you. You’ve been with me on / every road I’ve taken. / My scar and my protection. My loaded writing mule. / Your tough legs have endured / the weight of all my dreams, and / burdens of piled-up thoughts. Thank you for toughening me. / No worl...»
«2 I celebrate thirty years / of union truer than love / I know every notch in your wood. / You know the lines in my face. Haven’t you written them there? / devouring reams of paper / denying me any tomorrow / teaching me only today. You’ve thrown my important letters / and money...»