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Rooms, 1978, Open Window Books, New York |
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| Nevis Rooms There was some talk of a bicycle You follow the footsteps: they stop there Tracing some invisible paths Through grass and the smoke bushes. It appears again under a Banyan Tree, only to vanish at the first sight of asphalt, the road Which misleads us instead of the opposite, Light pouring through these cracks so that we almost thought It was liquid. Long hair cut, These pencil-thin tracks crisscross And become indecipherable again. |
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