A banker in the brothel of blind women
Bury your face in your hands
Anywhere could be somewhere
Harmony in the boudoir
Clarities of the nonexistent
The minister of culture gets his wish
The old age of nostalgia
Dream testicles, vanished vaginas
The students of the ineffable
The everyday enchantment of music
The buried melancholy of the poet
Ever so many hundred years hence
Exhaustion at sunset
Clear in the September light
You can always get there from here
The gallows in the garden
Love silhouetted by lamplight
The triumph of the infinite
The mysterious arrival of an unusual letter
Poem of the Spanish poet
The enigma of the infinitesimal
A dream of travel
The emergency room at dusk
Once upon a cold November morning
Provisional eternity
The street at the end of the world
The Nietzschean hourglass, or the future's misfortune
An event about which no more need be said
A short panegyric
Hermetic melancholy
A letter from Tegucigalpa
Mystery and solitude in Topeka
There was nothing to be done
No words can describe it
In the afterlife
Futility in Key West
On the hidden beauty of my sickness
With only the stars to guide us
Trouble in Pocatello
Like a leaf carried off by the wind
The social worker and the monkey
Nobody knows what is known
Those little legs and awful hands
Not to miss the great thing
Nocturne of the poet who loved the moon
In the grand ballroom of the new eternity
When I turned a hundred.