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Sonnet XXXI

I’m getting tired and blind           .
I have no sense of touch at times
I have fits of laughing and crying and I can’t

tell what’s serious and what isn’t much
more immediate, much more local           .           This morning
passed as usual                   .

It was such a great gift to wake
and drink too much
coffee and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
              Here

 I’ll be singing
till the earth and sun
recognize your kiss
and the meadows in your eyes

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You are the butterfly

after Lorca’s “Berceuse for a Sleeping Mirror”

You are the butterfly in the garden
where my love is
waiting.

Your lips awaken
the word waiting in my heart
through the keyhole.

You are the furtive light
in my sleep, the word
against my lips.

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Paint me

after Lorca’s “Summer Madrigal”

Paint me with the meadow of your love,
with the violet star of your eyes.
I’d love you as a lark loves the dew
of the new day
—even if you did not love me
as my shadow.

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