“Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.” — Joe Bousquet Copy Share Image
Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks. — Joë Bousquet Copy Share Image
An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo. — Joë Bousquet Copy Share Image
A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything. — Joë Bousquet Copy Share Image
I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of… — Joë Bousquet Copy Share Image
“Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one… — Joe Bousquet Copy Share Image
