Naturally it is night. Under the overturned lute with its One string I am going my way Which has a strange sound. This way the dust, that way the dust. I listen to both sides But I keep right on. I remember the leaves sitting in judgment And then winter. I remember the rain with its bundle of roads. The rain taking all its roads. Nowhere. Young as I am, old as I am, I forget tomorrow, the blind man. I forget the life among the buried windows. The eyes in the curtains. The wall Growing through the immortelles. I forget silence The owner of the smile. This must be what I wanted to be doing, Walking at night between the two deserts, Singing.
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out Tireless traveller Like the beam of a lightless star Then I will no longer Find myself in life as in a strange garment Surprised at the earth And the love of one woman And then shamelessness of men As today writing after three days of rain Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease And bowing not knowing to what
The year a bird flies against the drum I come to myself miles away with Tickets dying in my hand You are not here will the earth last till you come I must say now what cannot Be said later Goodbye The name of the statues but who needs them As for myself I Look back at the rain I grew up in the rooms of the rain So that was home so let the grass grow Goodbye faces in stains churches In echoes dusters at windows Schools without floors envelopes full of smoke Goodbye hands of those days I keep the fossils Goodbye iron Bible containing my name in rust Cock Robin and The date Goodbye Cock Robin I never saw you On plates upside down in token of mourning I eat to your vanishing I bearing messages With all my words my silence being one From childhood to childhood the Message Goodbye from the shoulders of victory To the followers From the sea to the nearest of kin From the roller skates to the death in the basement From the lightning to Its nest from myself to my name Goodbye I begin with what was always gone Ancestors in graves of broken glass In empty cameras Mistakes in the mail Goodbye to the same name Goodbye what you learned for me I have to learn anyway You that forgot your rivers they are gone Myself I would not know you Goodbye as The eyes of a whale say goodbye having never seen Each other And to you that vanished as I watched goodbye Walter the First Jacques the Clown Marica the Good Goodbye pain of the past that Will never be made better goodbye Pain of the innocent that will never Not have existed Goodbye you that are Buried with the name of the florist in your hands And a box from our Box society your finger holding the place Your jaws tied with a ribbon marked Justice To help us The dead say Look The living in their distress sink upward weeping But who could reach them in such a sea Goodbye kites painted with open mouths over the Scarlet road of the animals Goodbye prophets sometimes we are Here sometimes we remember it Sometimes we walk in your Eyes which sometimes you lost Sometimes we walk in your old brains and are forgotten Or this character gets on the bus with an open razor Bends down to my face at once thinking he Knows me goodbye Yard where I was supposed To be safe behind the fences of sand Watched over by an empty parasol and the sound of Pulleys I who Had built the ark Goodbye cement street address of cement tears Grief of the wallpaper the witness Cold banisters worn thin with fright Photo of me wondering what it would be like The girls at last the hips full of dice the names In smoke for the lamps the Calling Goodbye among the wishes Among the horses If I had known what to say there would be the same hands Holding white crosses in front of the windows Goodbye to the dew my master And you masters with feathers on your key rings Wardens of empty scales When I find where I am goodbye Goodbye sound of a voice spelling its name to a uniform Spelling it Again goodbye white Truck that backs up to drugstores after dark Arriving at Apartment houses in the afternoon And the neighbors calling can you come up for a minute Goodbye anniversaries I pass without knowing Days for which the chairs are wired The law on the throne of ice above the salting floor Its eyes full of falling snow Friend Instead and the rest of the Brothers Meaningless Those who will drown next bow to their straw GGoodbye to the water a happy person The longer its story the Less it tells Goodbye to the numbers starting with God To the avenues No one asked their permission so they had none Goodbye hands wrapped in newspaper And when the towers are finished the frameworks are Thrown from the tops and descend slowly Waving as they Dissolve Tell me what you see vanishing and I Will tell you who you are To whom I say Goodbye You my neighbors in the windows in the registers you The sizes of your clothes You born with the faces of presidents on your eyelids Tell me how your hands fall and I will tell you What you will wave to next Guests of yourselves expecting hosts You in the cold of whose Voices I can hear The hanged man in the chimney turning You with mouths full of pebbles In the rising elevator in the falling building you With your destinations written in your shoelaces And your lies elected They return in the same Skins to the same seats by the flags of money Goodbye to the Bibles hollowed for swearing on A hold knocks on the panes but is not heard Around them the crashes occur in silence The darkness that flows from the sirens passes the windows The blackness spreads from the headlines Over their spectacles they light the ceilings Goodbye what we may never see Age would have kissed false teeth if any Its caresses making a bed slowly Even as a child I hoped it would spare me I made tears for it I sang As the cards are laid out they turn to ashes I kiss The light to those who love it it is brief Goodbye before it is taken away I have been with it the season could sign for me The message sang in its bottle it would find me I knew the king of the moths I knew the watchman's country I knew where the phoebe lost herself I know the story I stepped in the lock I Turned My thumb was carved with the one map of a lost mountain My scars will answer to no one but me I know the planet that light up the rings in the hems I know the stars in the door I know the martyrs sleeping in almonds I know the gloves of the hours I know Pilate the fly I know the enemy's brother But it will happen just the same goodbye Heart my elder My habits of sand My bones whose count is lost every night every day The milestones of salt the rain my feet Memory in its rivers Goodbye my house my cat my spiders Goodbye distance from whom I Borrow my eyes goodbye my voice In the monument of strangers goodbye to the sun Among the wings nailed to the windows goodbye My love You that return to me throughout the mountain of flags With my raven on your wrist You with the same breath Between death's republic and his kingdom