HAMLET PRINCE OF DENMARK
THE PATIENT
SMOOTHNESS
THE WEST WIND BLOWS
THE WIND TURNS THE PAGES
TRIVIAL PIECES OF KNOWLEDGE
KILLING TIME

ROACH
PARADISE

And the sea gave back the dead. Those who had been thrown into it. But
The soul is alone with its tears. In coverings. Spread over the
Virgin forest with a row of figures. Testimony’s tent.
I look at a leaf and attach my hope
When life passes away. Each heavily
Those who seek peace should draw the arrow out.
The self in the sun and the self in the human.
Everything there is alike. One
WHY ARE WE NOT IN PARADISE?
That is all the thoughts of the heads. When one
In these despairing distances. Which can
That which is in the water. But is not
He who rises up through the head. Straight up
Turning myself easily. It is not enclosed.
To speak is little. The monotony

Hear the horses of my childhood
I find it hardest to understand

SOLITARY SWEDISH HOUSES