The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

December 21, 2006

sickness was near

avec Maud Liardon et Foofwa d'Imobilite choreograph

upon the moment of the rose M Rilke

you will move your hands and you will move your hands
and your hands will turn against the air, wandering
into being, the village cut of heaven, sheets of pages,
books and ground absence
                          for whom the mirror, journey,
against the tain, back to back, where words grow
only within the sea drowned in sea, air drowned
in air, Raron

Nah war die Krankheit

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