Aileen

Subject: Aileen
From:Olimpia ulrike

Merely a mockery of spring
Escapees from the cold work of living,
Everywhere, utterly.
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
II. Quest and Conquest
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
In a single floral stroke,
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
In the woods, close by,
And I would like
My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
Against which we have been projected? What . . .