No one lives in this room
without confronting the whiteness of the wall
behind the poems, planks of books,
photographs of dead heroines.
Without contemplating last and late
the true nature of poetry. The drive
to connect. The dream of a common language.


The Dream of a Common Language (1978)


No one lives in this room without confronting the whiteness of the wall behind the poems, planks of books, photographs of dead heroines. Without...

No one lives in this room without confronting the whiteness of the wall behind the poems, planks of books, photographs of dead heroines. Without...

No one lives in this room without confronting the whiteness of the wall behind the poems, planks of books, photographs of dead heroines. Without...

No one lives in this room without confronting the whiteness of the wall behind the poems, planks of books, photographs of dead heroines. Without...