• Mirkka Rekola

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• "Without moving anything / I want to see / the way this autumn / makes the birds move."
• "The nights are no longer warm, / The green tomatoes are cold to their cores, / The sparrows rock empty feeders with fright, / The doves linger forlornly in the low junipers, / The lights of the city thicken the November night."
• "Fog covers this region. / Can you still hear my voice? / I don't understand trees. / They try to grab our hair. / A branch has fallen on you. I know that. / Could you look behind me: / is there a load / on my back, as well?"
• "Sickle moon still there in daylight. / We long for things as they were. / We want them back, / our blue-black nights, and the stars."
• "Driving through rain with you, / in a sea of rain / I saw only the bridges, their railings, / the passing lanes, / when the earth rose into my eyes / I heard, I heard that I had loved. "
• "Gnats, too, are partly / air / and the swarming of seagulls / at the wind's mercy / inchoate / I walk / in front and between myself / in, out / abrupt and weary, an old heavy gate / I beat my own lintel to pieces."
• "In the restaurant, eyes / above a soup bowl's rim / Is it she? / Changes shape, is and is not. / Now she's spat out a bit of bone, / I don't think it's her, / I'm leaving, I'm done eating. / This is a long and mad journey: / I see her on the faces of others, my own. "
• "That this time would be another, / but it is, / it is about to go under, every moment. / Facts bleed their color, / see how they break up and dissolve, / their fabric does not last; / you do see, don't you? / Not even your disaster / deserves belief."