Nog maar eens een gedicht van deze bijzondere dichter.

you being in love will tell who softly asks in love,

am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely

to become the jumping puppets of a dream?   oh i mean:

entirely having in my careful how

careful arms created this at length

inexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from several

persons: believe me that strangers arrive

when i have kissed you into a memory

slowly, oh seriously

-that since and if you disappear

 
solemnly

myselves

ask “life, the question how do i drink dream smile

 
and how do i prefer this face to another and

why do i weep eat sleep-what does the whole intend

” they wonder. oh and they cry “to be, being, that i am alive

this absurd fraction in its lowest terms

with everything cancelled

but shadows

-what does it all come down to?    love?     Love

if you like and i like,for the reason that i

hate people and lean out of this window is love,love

and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason

that i do not fall into this street is love.”