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1 " In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing. "
― Mark Strand , New Selected Poems
2 " Each moment is a placeyou've never been. "
3 " The Man in the Tree"I sat in the cold limbs of a treeI wore no clothes and the wind was blowingYou stood below in a heavy coatThe coat you are wearingAnd when you opened it, baring your chestWhite moths flew out and whatever you saidAt that moment fell quietly onto the groundThe ground at your feetSnow floated down from the clouds into my earsThe moths from your coat flew into the snowAnd the wind as it moved under my armsUnder your chin, whined like a childI shall never know whyOur lives took a turn for the worse, nor will youClouds sank into my arms and my arms roseThey are rising nowI sway in the white air of winterAnd the starlings cry...lies down on my skinA field of ferns covers my glasses; I wipeThem away in order to see youI turn and the tree turns with meThings are not only themselves in this lightYou close your eyes and your coatFalls from your shouldersThe tree withdraws like a handThe wind fit into my breath yet nothing is certainThe poem that has stolen these words from my mouthMay not be this poem "