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1 " Everyone who made love the night before Was walking around with flashing red lightsOn top of their heads—a white-haired old gentleman,A red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman Who smiled at me from across the street And gave a little secret shrug,As if the flashing red light on her headWas a small price to pay for what she knew. "
― , Collected Poems
2 " Tides"The evening advances, then withdraws againLeaving our cups and books like islands on the floor.We are drifting, you and I,As far from another as the young heroesOf these two novels we have just laid down.For that is happiness: to wander aloneSurrounded by the same moon, whose tides remind us of ourselves,Our distances, and what we leave behind.The lamp left on, the curtains letting in the light.These things were promises. No doubt we will come back to them. "