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That's where the shoe pinches!

That's a horse of another colour

That which one least anticipates soonest comes to pass

That cock won't fight

Tell that to the marines

Tastes differ

Tarred with the same brush

Take us as you find us

Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves

This saltin the salt cellarI once saw in the salt mines.I knowyou won'tbelieve mebutit singssalt sings, the skinof the salt minessingswith a mouth..

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all dayI hunt..

When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour..

It so happens I am sick of being a man.And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and moviehousesdried up, waterproof, like a swan made of..

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.Abstracted pale mourner, standing that wayagainst the old propellers of the twighlightthat revolves around..

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'El..

In the wave-strike over unquiet stonesthe brightness bursts and bears the roseand the ring of water contracts to a clusterto one drop of azure brine..

Day-colored wine,night-colored wine,wine with purple feetor wine with topaz blood,wine,starry childof earth,wine, smoothas a golden sword,softas..

Sadness, scarabwith seven crippled feet,spiderweb egg,scramble-brained rat,bitch's skeleton:No entry here.Don't come in.Go away.Go backsouth with..

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes.There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,its arms turning..

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,I cannot settle on a single one.They are lost to me under the cover of clothingThey have departed for another..

Love, a questionhas destroyed you.I have come back to youfrom thorny uncertainty.I want you straight asthe sword or the road.But you insiston keeping..

I have scarcely left youWhen you go in me, crystalline,Or trembling,Or uneasy, wounded by meOr overwhelmed with love, aswhen your eyesClose upon the..

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:I wavered through the streets, amongObjects:Nothing mattered or had a name:The world was made of air..

Everything on the earth bristled, the bramblepricked and the green threadnibbled away, the petal fell, fallinguntil the only flower was the falling..

Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.They do not bite to..